Mitt Romney*

[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