[Intro]
Th-th-th-think we found a loophole
Brrt
Come on, come on, come on
NLE Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Made a list for them niggas I wanna hit at, that's a hitlist
In the field with no cleats, make 'em feel it, I pull up hitstick
I ain't never duckin' beef, give me a Philly if you with it
Turn a nigga brain to chili like he work at Picadilly's
Bitch we always been on go, we don't stop until we drop some
We see the fuckin' cops run, I bet they ass won't stop nun
On my hip, I got big guns
We still hittin' the fence jumping
We on the run like Ted Bundy
My lawyer look like Mitt Romney
[Verse 1]
Carve em' out just like a pumpkin
His family makin' assumptions, so I had to make up something
Deep down know we slumped em'
Trashed dumped him, put 'em in the trunk
Slam-dunked 'em then we bumped 'em
Left him lumped up like some nunchucks
Bitch set him up, made a stop
Get 'em gone, ain't really take much
Get his shape up, left him taped up
Table makeup, pat his face up
Guarantee he won't ever wake up
Take a pay cut, brought my cake up (Ayy)
I never knew how to bake bruh
Tie yo lace up cause my ace on your trace, say he wanna face him (Brrt, brrt)
[Chorus]
Made a list for them niggas I wanna hit at, that's a hitlist
In the field with no cleats, make 'em feel it, I pull up hitstick
I ain't never duckin' beef, give me a Philly if you with it
Turn a nigga brain to chili like he work at Picadilly's
Bitch we always been on go, we don't stop until we drop some
We see the fuckin' cops run, I bet they ass won't stop nun
On my hip, I got big guns
We still hittin' the fence jumping
We on the run like Ted Bundy
My lawyer look like Mitt Romney
[Verse 2]
I'm with the shit, is you with it or not?
Not livin' a skit, but you playin' your part
Switchin' my fit on the lick when I robbed him
Didn't mean to shoot him, he gettin' too far
Takin' the risk are you takin' it too?
When I was broke had to make me a move
Dropped out of school, but I wasn't a fool
Hopped in the booth, it was me and my tool (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Took down the plug, it was me and my twin
He was really my friend, but he wasn't my kin
Triple crossed him then I got him again
But next time we met him, we made him a strain
I was a young nigga, now I'm the man
Got ham sandwiches, they all in my pants
My strap in my show, I'ma blow like a fan
'Cause every fan ain't your mothafuckin' fan
[Chorus]
Made a list for them niggas I wanna hit at, that's a hitlist
In the field with no cleats, make 'em feel it, I pull up hitstick
I ain't never duckin' beef, give me a Philly if you with it
Turn a nigga brain to chili like he work at Picadilly's
Bitch we always been on go, we don't stop until we drop some
We see the fuckin' cops run, I bet they ass won't stop nun
On my hip, I got big guns
We still hittin' the fence jumping
We on the run like Ted Bundy
My lawyer look like Mitt Romney
[Outro]
My lawyer look like Mitt Romney
My lawyer look like Mitt Romney
