Hitman

B-B-Bankroll Got It

Keed talk to 'em

My hitman don't take a day off

My hitman don't take a day off

Slimeball

My hitman don't take a day off

My hitman don't take a day off

Yeah the drum is a 808 and it's sittin' on the bottom of a 308

Huh

I don't really know how to

But you know I eat beef I'ma kill an altercation

Keed talk to 'em

Yeah I'm drippin' I stunt on these motherf**kers

All this jewelry I can't hide from your baby mother

She a real headhunter she eat the rubber

Tote my Cuban links on me my neck is cluttered

Told my daughter Don't worry you know you covered

She be jumpin' on the bed with the Fendi covers

I got rid of them boys who ain't really love me

No you can't call 'bout your f**kin' money

Yeah I'm too blessed for 'em so I went and got rich

I got the Rolls truck yeah the Cullinan

Yeah when I feel like I can pee on the b***h

Yeah they know I'm as hot as it get

I'm hot as a brick came from the bricks

Yeah if a rat n***a diss then he get hit with that stick

It'll be more than a war that you spit

Why these n***as be hatin' on this s**t

They know I'm the top of the list

Yeah I put the hood on my back then went and took me a risk

Three-sixty-five how many times a young n***a changed up the wrist

Yeah I can't even count how many times you came right back to my d**k

Okay let's go

My hitman don't take a day off

My hitman don't take a day off

Slimeball

My hitman don't take a day off

My hitman don't take a day off

Yeah the drum is a 808 and it's sittin' on the bottom of a 308

I don't really know how to

But you know I eat beef I'ma kill an altercation

Keed talk to 'em

No cap I stunt on these motherf**kers

No kizzy

Drop a 30 in a mall I'm swishing buckets

F&Ns that's I'm totin' they'll pin his cushion

And these slimes that I'm 'round with they'll kill your buddy

Send my shooters 'round me I'ma real hustler

Michael Vick with my dawgs it could get ugly

Two hundred thousand on bullets man f**k it

Put that fye in his mouth tell 'em suck it

It could be a face shot yeah these n***as want beef

Let's go

Yeah it's really nothin' to talk 'bout

Nun' but slimes when I pop out

This YSL s**t ain't nothin' bigger

I'm makin' one call they get shot like a missile

I'm in the bank with so many Ms

Young n***a with figures they callin' me Mister

They send a drop then it's dead doc

All my lil' partner 'nem serve raw

Yeah came from road I'm stuck in the back like the pedal

My folks ain't doin' no tellin' yeah shh shh yeah they better

Yeah big chopstick yeah F&N nah ain't no Berettas

Woo yeah

My hitman don't take a day off

My hitman don't take a day off

Slimeball

My hitman don't take a day off

My hitman don't take a day off

Yeah the drum is a 808 and it's sittin' on the bottom of a 308

I don't really know how to

But you know I eat beef I'ma kill an altercation