Hitlist lyrics
by ronsocold
[Intro: Gunna]
(I just told Richie we rich)
[Chorus]
Riding 'round town wit' a F&N
Pocket full of white guys, dead presidents
We gon' spin your block, leave no evidence
Leave no witness
I just scratched your b*tch right off my hitlist
[Post-Chorus]
I know you sick, know you mad
Off these Percs, I swear to God, I don't know how to act
Jump in that pus*y, jump in that pus*y, it wet like a ocean
Bean in my lean
n*gga, try me
[Verse]
He gon' need a gun for me
You can't afford to die
I get off these drugs and I feel like I could touch the sky
I'm drinking on Henny
Broke-ass n*gga, boy, you probably still shop at JC Penney
Mama told me I was a star
You still stay wit' your mama wit' no job and no car
Finna sign a deal for a couple commas
I'ma turn around, give that to my mama