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I got Hitman on the beat Me and my brother, he in that cat I’m in that demon A bitch a piece with us, he going to Saks, I’m going to Nieman’s I might swerve, I might swerve, I might swerve (AKel) Now that’s all bad, smackin’ bitches, whackin' niggas doggy I’m on all that, if you ain’t fuckn' every nigga with me, bitch, then fall back I won’t hesitate to shoot my opps because they caused that Only reason yo’ nigga still alive because I paused that They ain’t found out who killed my little brother because I solved that We already solved that, put a pussy in the closet Bullets fly somebody, mammy gon’ die 'cause we on all that Bro came in here looking for the weed, I need that dog back Every time my youngins sell a bean, he buyin’ all straps I grew up in all black, I know how to get it going Bro don’t need no pape' to buy no Drac, know I’ll Get it for him If I wasn’t no fuckin’ millionaire, then I’d steal it for him Killer season, that’s my brother, we cut throat, we city born They don’t know you in your city, you didn’t get your city goin’ Don’t be calling me ‘bout who got shot ‘cause I didn’t get it done Told my niggas, he ain’t gotta kill nobody ‘cause I’m gonna kill him for him I remember late nights, tryna get my pape' right And everybody turned on me SongtexteBro died for 8 pints, three pounds of fake ice Fuck rats, we hate mice but, but still love Cashin’ out and passin’ out I pay for bitches asses now (Yeah, yeah) Them titties right, you feel me right You got the torch come pass it down (Yeah, yeah), I’m taxing now I used to want the six and that was after bar our sticks elite I strip the bitch to tip her, send the pics to skeet These bitches freak Me and the gang gon' take them bitches phone before we go to sleep Bitches pull up to my house with thongs on 'cause they know I’m freaky Multi-millionaire I throw that B in the air like Cardi B You know if you ain’t bother me ‘bout no money then you ain’t bothering me You gon’ have to blame my momma 'cause she the one who started me (Momma) I face shot my opps on spot, I do not take no tolery That mean I don’t tolerate no sucka shit from no pussy nigga That mean I might shoot you in yo' face 'cause you a pussy nigga Hot boy, young nigga he so ready, he been pistol toting all his life and he so deadly It’s gon' be a murder robbery if he get threatened And my homeboys apart of me they like my weapons Gang gang, gang gang gang, he so ready Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hot boy He so ready its gone be a murder robbery if he get threatened Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah Aus Songtexte Mania