Hitlist (feat. DANTE? & Slikadaice)

Don't interrupt me while I'm recording For real, bro (Bunny on the beat) Like, stop this shit, don't text me, don't call me Don't interrupt me while I'm recording, bro I'm about to snap on this shit Like, just, shut up and let me record, bitch This is the only way all of you listen to what I have to say I gotta spit this shit on a hard ass beat Even though I spit real shit no matter what beat I'm on But for you simple-minded individuals, this will have to do Last thing I'ma say to these bitches (What's that?), uh All of y'all makin' my hitlist (Okay), yeah I'm makin' it in, I'm a swisher, what? (Yeah!) "Shh" 'bout that shit in the kitchen, yeah (What?) Niggas gon' do you like Biggie, huh (Bah!) She put on a show, gettin' jiggy, uh (Ha) I ain't paintin' but they get the picture (Nah-nah), hol' on Watch out, my nigga might hit you (Phew, doo-doo-doo-doo) Bitch, I got no time to fix you (Nah-nah), yeah You gettin' hit for an issue (Boom!) Left in the dirt, they won't miss you (Nah!) I'ma do 'em like Kennedy (Phew) Memories of playing Sonic '06 on my friend's PS3 Slide in the game or we would watch a DVD I had Sonic and The Black Knight on the Wii Back when life was easy, we were free Flow ain't fast enough I'm tellin' lil' shorty to back it up I'm packin' the heat, I'm not lackin', bruh Roll up the leaf like it's Canada (Roll it up) I leave 'em stuck like a mannequin (Now he stuck) Main character, bitch, I ain't Anakin (Skywalker) Her tits on my face I'm the mammogram (Yeah, yeah) Pick up the slack Bunny hit me and said he had this track Bunny keep the iron like Tony Stark Double our money like Noah's ark Trippin', you smokin a DMT cart Load up the blick, make it hit from afar From these bitches, I cover my heart like a tarp Been ten-for-ten, never fuck up my par I hit it and get it on camera (What?), huh Nigga get hit with a blammer (Bah-bah!) And her shit same color as Cam'ron (Okay) Think I just opened up a can of worms Feel like Suge, hold you off of the banister Mix up and sip from the canister Get swept up, I'm the rap janitor MF DOOM, punchline delivery My lyrics bring the raw energy 'Cause my shit is not like anything else My catalog back that up And the gat is tucked (Bah!) Come on, lil' bitch, now back that up (Bitch) Every nigga now wanna stack it up (Yeah) She kick a nigga out, come on, pack it up (Huh) I couldn't even back you up (What?) Told her, "baby, just suck" I do not give any fucks Now I just live and I do what I want Tried LSD once, I don't fuck with them drugs What else? Maybe how I put my ego on the shelf Maybe how I've always been myself Put his bitch ass all up on the shelf Stomp his bitch ass straight to hell I ain't never fell Even when they laugh, I ain't Dave Chapelle They ain't fuckin with me, with the iron shell Rap was my therapy, but now I do it for fun They tryna be an enemy, but they still run They rip my flow, but don't wanna go toe-to-toe I know we about to blow, the crowd at the show Screaming the lyrics they know, it's like, "woah" But it's a slow growth to rise from the low Uh, hol' on, my bro (Hol' on) I'm stackin' tall 'cause the rider is low (Yeah) I start this shit, now they ridin' my low Got 'em on they toes, yeah If he packin' heat, then it's me (B-bah!) I'm not hoppin' on yo' shit for the free (Nah-nah) We not havin' convos without a fee (Okay) Shorty, I'll hold 'em, yeah, them double D's (Woo!) Say whatever and it's gon' sound hard Rap shit keep my mind sharp like the edge of a card More like a glass shard, this might hit hard So grab a helmet like you ready for war I'm ready for war and I'm ready to pour I do not free her 'cause she not a whore I'm spoilin' lil' baby, take her to the store How could you sit there and bitch to the Lord? He finna strike you down, it's gon' be gore You got no choice, your new home is a morgue Bitch, you old news like the cover of Forbes They keep coming up short, I ain't fuckin with jorts They keep ruining chances, done opening doors They stay wanting my smoke, no cigar Slik' stay at the top of the charts You running eVader, too pussy for Darth How you get caught up for trusting a narc? He lyin', Mufasa, end up with a Scar More than that, puttin' ya head in a jar Give Vinny the beat, he give me the art We both rip the beat apart Work together to make some heat It's Slik', DANTE?, Bunny and me I follow no one but they follow my lead And she follow me 'cause I am all she need (Bitch) Fuck what they thinkin', nigga, I'm not beggin' You playin'? I'll send you to heaven (Bih) Yeah, she give super head like she part of the 7 The three-headed goat, watch our horns get embedded Yeah, talkin' that shit? Post you dead up in Reddit This ain't no game, so you won't get no credit She ridin' on me, bitch, I got it on me (Phew) Fuck all 'em bitches, I 'on' fuck with phonies (Yeah) This iron, my nigga, fuck you thought? I'm Tony (Skrrt) Uh, shorty tryna blow me (Ack!) The pressures on when I'm recording You best not be ignoring Your music is so boring, got me snoring Bunny on the highway, the gas he flooring I do it my way, the Wock' I'm pourin' Uh, was on that fast car shit, the gas we floorin' (Skrrt) Hol' on, pick it up Nigga, you know me, I don't give no fucks You really stackin'? Where them papercuts? I got lil' Glocky, I'm ready to bust No love for these hoes, I'm just fuckin' these sluts Motorboat stuck, ain't no time to adjust Barely can breathe between double D cups Baby, stop suckin', volcanoes erupt Last thing I'ma say to these bitches (What's that?), uh All of y'all makin' my hitlist (Okay), yeah I'm makin' it in, I'm a swisher, what? (Yeah!) "Shh" 'bout that shit in the kitchen, yeah (What?) Niggas gon' do you like Biggie, huh (Bah!) She put on a show, gettin' jiggy, uh (Ha) I ain't paintin' but they get the picture (Nah-nah), hol' on Watch out, my nigga might hit you (Phew, doo-doo-doo-doo) Doo-doo-doo-doo, Glock with a beam in it Doo-doo-doo-doo, smokin' on magic That voodoo (Doo-doo-doo-doo) They kill they homies what they'll do to you Shaggy, ya dawgs snitch like Scooby Doo (Doo-doo-doo-doo) Watch out, my nigga might hit you