HITLIST

Grrah
Ayy, too many opps man (Grrah)
Fuck them niggas, we gon' catch ya, that's why, get to blicking
I'm too hot
Grrah, ayy, grrah-grrah
Grrah, ayy
COE, all these thoughts in my head, like
And them niggas on
His bitch tryna fuck for a share, like
Bitch, I keep the Glock on my rib

Brodie said pass him the shot, he gon' walk down, dismiss him (Grrah)
He catch a opp, get to clicking (Clickin')
Fuck the opps, they be dissing like (Fuck the opps, they be dissin')
'Til a opp nigga missing
These niggas talking, but they ain't never did shit like (Ain't ever did shit)
Why my block being mentioned? Like (Why my block being mentioned?)
'Cause my block got attention like (Block got attention)
Bitch, we got 40s extended like
And we known for the clicking (known for the clickin')
I hate talking 'bout opps 'cause it's shit I can't mention (It's shit I can't mention)
I get money, big difference
Niggas get shot and still wanna be dissing
Niggas goofy, they all be on kid shit like
This shit gon' get scary when I make the hitlist
No, I ain't worried, bitch, I really did shit
Up this shit in a hurry, bitch, I really blitz shit

Too many opps I can name in a zip
Rah, Lotti, that dub' never hit
Like opta, swear they be all on my dick
Send a baba, we catch her taking a flick
Throw a L up, let it drop
We make it hot in this bitch
Hella dots on the side, watch 'em fry in this shit
We got too many opps, they ain't sliding and shit, grrah
I be dripping, that's the shit that I like to do (like to do)
Up this piping and shit, I ain't fighting you (Fighting you)
But we get to beating his ass, just to stay hyping you
Like, he don't up on the drill, he that type of dude (He that type of dude)
I could never tote Beretta
They know me, bitch, I shoot through the sweater
Like, I get rough, I do drills, any weather
Walk down gang, tell me, who do it better?
We catch him right, bitch, we beating on optas
Bullets hot, make a opp do the cha-cha
Spinning what? Bitch, they ain't spinning my block
Smoking, niggas aimed at his māthā
Ducking five-oh, little bro made the block hot
Spot a opp, up the heat, let the chop fly
He move to his head and shots from his hotspot
Bitch, I'm with the gang, so I'm feeling like Popeye
If I'm dolie, I'm still letting shit fly
Like why would I lie? Up that shit on like six guys
No kizzy, this shit really happen
Niggas capping, that's all for reactions
Blasting, that's on bro, I get active
Lacking, leave that boy in the past tense
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Put that boy all in his caption

Brodie said pass him the shot, he gon' walk down, dismiss him (Grrah)
He catch a opp, get to clicking (Clickin')
Fuck the opps, they be dissing like
'Til a opp nigga missing
These niggas talking, but they ain't never did shit like (Ain't ever did shit)
Why my block being mentioned? Like (Why my block being mentioned?)
'Cause my block got attention like (Block got attention)
Bitch, we got 40s extended like
And we known for the clicking
I hate talking 'bout opps 'cause it's shit I can't mention
I get money, big difference
Niggas get shot and still wanna be dissing
Niggas goofy, they all be on kid shit like
This shit gon' get scary when I make the hitlist
No, I ain't worried, bitch, I really did shit
Up this shit in a hurry, bitch, I really blitz shit

Bitch, I really blitz shit, like
But we don't flex what they make off this hitlist, like
All them niggas on kid shit, like
Little bro get to blitzing
Tell 'em niggas, "Just eat"
Like, bro in the cut with the speed like, and that .40, ah
Grrah, but that shit bought like a speaker