Hitta
• Written by Cypherog
first thing first im the realest
killing of the competition like a hit list
cuz im in the game to finish and to win it
ima sit back relax nd ima hit it
I aint got no time for playing no games
I don't fuck around wit no lames rick james
we shooting fuck walking nd boxing nd calling names
then we walk away with stains and leave ya remains
Im taking shot to the chest like a bulletproof vest
im high like a bird so i fly hoime to my nest
yo bitch calling my phone man I think she obsessed
she trynna be cuffed but I don't do no arrest
cuz im not an a pig im not a opp
nigga better stop forhe get his ass shot
kill his whole motherfucking fam like dej loaf
got a full fucking clip nd this shits fucking hot
got yea bitch in my car convertible no top
she giving me brain man I love the way she top
got a nigga thinking that he hit the jack pot
wishing u could be me but no body swaps
free my bro tank sosa man he locked
nigga started bussin when he saw the red dots
wasn't thinking really no he didn't have a plot
his only reaction was to fucking pop off
to run off to the fucking spot
then turn up and wait for the cop to knock
cuz he only option was to get caught
and get brought rather than to stay fight and get shot
on his own block so I say fuck the mother fucking cops
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Cypherog
Member since December 23 2013