Hitman lyrics

[Intro: Razaar}
You ain't got shooters
We got shooters
Braaahh,braahh,braaah
Wait [x4]

[Verse 1]
How yall bout 50 deep, but yall sharing one gun
All black, Chevy truck, Macs out, then they run
But I ain't even pull the trigger
I just do that sh*t for fun
See me leave his ass smoking, like some noodles when they done
The chopper burn that n*gga up
Like he was too close to the sun
Raid the stash ,then we deep, n*gga that's a hit-and-run
All the sh*t that I did can-not be undone
All yall n*ggas is my kids and I ain't got a favourite son
Lately I've been out patrolling
Macs knocking n*ggas down like we bowling
Killer wrist, once ill, now it's frozen
That mouths dropped when Killa 'witched like Roven
Killa cut them all off like Foreskin
All we need is a time, baby
Where and when?
The Glock stay in the coupe like it's built in
Kick the door down quick when we break in
Killa
[Short Interlude]

{Razaar]
Wait

[Verse 2]
Ki-ki-ki-ki
Killa be the man with the semi in the back (woah)
Riding with a bunch of puerto ricans with some tatts (damn)
Gotta keep the shorty on me
Baby, Ion neva lack
So could neva f*ck his 40, boys riding in the back
On the celly with plug,he said he might be comin' back
But if ain't talkin' 'bout, hang it up just like a plaque
That n*gga ain't cha 'broke', every duck n*gga quack
He gone always hype you up
But that don't mean he gotcha back
Gotta keep your tooly on you, case your main mans crack
Only grew up on them n*ggas
Keep it rolling , don't look back
Remember you was starving
And they wold give yo ass a snack
Bring hell to them n*ggas, go cut them off , no slack
Gotta keep your sh*t flowing
Gotta keep your bread stacked
And f*ck a hater n*gga and his black feedback
I'm gonna leave that n*gga bloody, 'til his eyes roll back
How you a hater ass n*gga with your bread not stacked?
I'll break a b*tches back, like a pencil when it snaps
Like a pencil when it snaps brrr