Hitman (feat. theafterparty333 & Blacc Ricci)

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Jay Spayd

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(This is the real action)
(The pop parties)
(The trippers)
(The grasshoppers)
(The hoodlums)
(All gathered in secrecy and flying high as kite)
I don't want this world no, I don't love this world
I can't fall in love with you or what you heard
I still pray to God to save me from this earth
Look at who I am now, I came from the dirt
Hitman hitman
I don't wanna go back to the streets
Hitman hitman
I don't know what you wanted from me
Hitman hitman
Lord forgive me for all of my sins
Hitman hitman
Heaven sent, I make hits in my sleep
I'm a hitman on a hit, man and my drip splash like a sink man
Get you stuck, we moving like quick sand
What the f*ck? I'm quicker than quick sand
Now shut up, holy f*ck
In the trenches we moving biscotti
I'm so fly I'm a motherfucken pilot
What's the issue? It's me, I'm the topic
Niggas wilding, why you sorry?
In the trenches can't say what them niggas do
You'll go viral some birds on a pic of you
Crip you out you can't walk that's a cripple move
Got the sauce, the recipe, pickle juice
What I saw, it will end you will finish you
I got scared from the streets and the missle too
Bout to blow like a bomb or a whistle too
Like a bomb or a flute I been blowing
Feel like Goku the way I'm exploding
He get beat like Vegeta by brolie
In the trenches so deep, where I'm posted
Said he want the smoke, so we gave it to him, he can't handle it, nigga is choking
Can't believe how his family is coping
He got killed at the store he was loping
Just watch out my niggas gon' shoot
Make sure you don't move
The choppa go "prrrr"
When it spark it f*ck up your view
Got blood on my shoes
Designer my shoes
Got the gas, the maui, the boof
Fruity loops, blowing O's, you go poof
I'm the shit, number 2
What it do?
I'm a stooge, Dr Sues
I don't want this world no, I don't love this world
I can't fall in love with you or what you heard
I still pray to God to save me from this earth
Look at who I am now, I came from the dirt
Hitman hitman
I don't wanna go back to the streets
Hitman hitman
I don't know what you wanted from me
Hitman hitman
Lord forgive me for all of my sins
Hitman hitman
Heaven sent, I make hits in my sleep
Know I be bringing the heat
All my niggas is rocking with me
Know how it go on the beat
I know they fucking w this on the streets
Hot like it's thirty degrees
Bringing the lightning strike it on the beach
Yeah I'm finally free
Head is so wavy going overseas
I'm a hitman on a hit, man
Yeah you know I pull up with the clique, man
In the cabin hole I see a stick, man
We be talkin bout hitting a lick, man
Shawty tryna come hop on a dick, man
She be talking about showing her tricks, man
I'm just tryna come hop on a hit, man
Bon' inja yam, ingathi ngu Sliqe, man
I been on a go slow
Block got me in a chokehold
Popping my shit on the low low
Not on your shit, that's a no no
I been on a go slow
Problems looking like a boatload
I get it right on the low low
Block got me in a chokehold
Sik demon ina demon
I'm in the scene I got these bitches screaming
Five bitches for the weekend
I'm doing it good I got lil Shawty creaming
All my niggas for the winning
When we in the cut you know my niggas scheming
I promise a different beginning
And I got lil shawty fiending
I don't want this world no, I dont love this world
I can't fall in love with you or what you heard
I still pray to god to save me from this earth
Look at who I am now, I came from the dirt
Hitman hitman
I don't wanna go back to the streets
Hitman hitman
I don't know what you wanted from me
Hitman hitman
Lord forgive me for all of my sins
Hitman hitman
Heaven sent, I make hits in my sleep

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