(BentleyKush)
Hitman
All the fiends givin' me props, I'm the hitman
She said she wanna share me with her best friend
Man, these Percs hurt my stomach, I ain't learned my lesson
Woah, feel like a ghost in this phantom
Woah, red Givenchy coat like Santa
Woah, got fur on the hood of my ???
Woah, with a snow bunny bitch in Atlanta
Woah, woah
Nigga, that shit ain't fire, bitch, we been changed the channel
Baddie, she said she too hard to handle
Flew to Trini' Tobago and we in our sandals, woah
Woah, hitman, bitch, I'm the hitman
Woah, in the trap house, fiends try to get in
They be actin' like we really friends, I ain't met them
I feel like big 47, it's big 47
I don't eat no McDonalds, it's big MAC 11
You a bitch, good thing that dogs go to Heaven
Nigga, hitman
Woah, hitman
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