None of my shooters they miss
Goin thru the hit list
All it took was a diss
Got your net worth on my wrist
You ain't even make it to the list
Saw ur bitch give me a kiss
Now she sucking on the dick
Now she sucking on the dick
Why you talking shit
I'll smack you like a bitch
Say it to my face
Or get thrown in a ditch
It's almost Halloween
So time for the trick
Bullets start flying
I'll catch bubbas lip
Don't worry be happy
Bob Marley kept it classy
Don't worry they won't catch me
Hot box in the caddy
Three hoes in the backseat
So I passed them a maxi
PMS a tragedy
I don't need them to get at me
I played them like a flute
I responded with groot
You'll soon get the trunk
Once you get the root
In it for the loot
All the haters I mute
They casted me for click
Click part two
None of my shooters they miss
Going through the hit list
All it took was a diss
Got your net worth on my wrist
You ain't even make it to the list
Saw ur bitch give me a kiss
Now she sucking on the dick
Now she sucking on the dick
In my head
To pass the time
Got caught up
In all these crimes
Smoking blunts
So I did my time
I'd rather get high
Higher then the sky
Sit back and we'll fly
Up up and arise
We all stay up
My niggas don't front
We don't give a f*ck
Molly sizzurp
Codiene maybe coke
Roll up a blunt
Start to toke
Always finessing
Never broke
I may play games
Ain't no joke
Laugh out loud
Just to provoke
I broke his jaw
Wish he could croak
I'm alone wolf
Stay in my zone
Head down
Hoddie up
All in my phone
None of my shooters they miss
Going through the hit list
All it took was a diss
Got your net worth on my wrist
You ain't even make it to the list
Saw ur bitch give me a kiss
Now she sucking on the dick
Now she sucking on the dick
Eli TheProphet - Hitlist Lyrics
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None of my shooters they miss
Goin thru the hit list
All it took was a diss
Got your net worth on my wrist
You ain't even make it to the list
Saw ur bitch give me a kiss
Now she sucking on the dick
Now she sucking on the dick
Why you talking shit
I'll smack you like a bitch
Say it to my face
Or get thrown in a ditch
It's almost Halloween
So time for the trick
Bullets start flying
I'll catch bubbas lip
Don't worry be happy
Bob Marley kept it classy
Don't worry they won't catch me
Hot box in the caddy
Three hoes in the backseat
So I passed them a maxi
PMS a tragedy
I don't need them to get at me
I played them like a flute
I responded with groot
You'll soon get the trunk
Once you get the root
In it for the loot
All the haters I mute
They casted me for click
Click part two
None of my shooters they miss
Going through the hit list
All it took was a diss
Got your net worth on my wrist
You ain't even make it to the list
Saw ur bitch give me a kiss
Now she sucking on the dick
Now she sucking on the dick
In my head
To pass the time
Got caught up
In all these crimes
Smoking blunts
So I did my time
I'd rather get high
Higher then the sky
Sit back and we'll fly
Up up and arise
We all stay up
My niggas don't front
We don't give a f*ck
Molly sizzurp
Codiene maybe coke
Roll up a blunt
Start to toke
Always finessing
Never broke
I may play games
Ain't no joke
Laugh out loud
Just to provoke
I broke his jaw
Wish he could croak
I'm alone wolf
Stay in my zone
Head down
Hoddie up
All in my phone
None of my shooters they miss
Going through the hit list
All it took was a diss
Got your net worth on my wrist
You ain't even make it to the list
Saw ur bitch give me a kiss
Now she sucking on the dick
Now she sucking on the dick
Goin thru the hit list
All it took was a diss
Got your net worth on my wrist
You ain't even make it to the list
Saw ur bitch give me a kiss
Now she sucking on the dick
Now she sucking on the dick
Why you talking shit
I'll smack you like a bitch
Say it to my face
Or get thrown in a ditch
It's almost Halloween
So time for the trick
Bullets start flying
I'll catch bubbas lip
Don't worry be happy
Bob Marley kept it classy
Don't worry they won't catch me
Hot box in the caddy
Three hoes in the backseat
So I passed them a maxi
PMS a tragedy
I don't need them to get at me
I played them like a flute
I responded with groot
You'll soon get the trunk
Once you get the root
In it for the loot
All the haters I mute
They casted me for click
Click part two
None of my shooters they miss
Going through the hit list
All it took was a diss
Got your net worth on my wrist
You ain't even make it to the list
Saw ur bitch give me a kiss
Now she sucking on the dick
Now she sucking on the dick
In my head
To pass the time
Got caught up
In all these crimes
Smoking blunts
So I did my time
I'd rather get high
Higher then the sky
Sit back and we'll fly
Up up and arise
We all stay up
My niggas don't front
We don't give a f*ck
Molly sizzurp
Codiene maybe coke
Roll up a blunt
Start to toke
Always finessing
Never broke
I may play games
Ain't no joke
Laugh out loud
Just to provoke
I broke his jaw
Wish he could croak
I'm alone wolf
Stay in my zone
Head down
Hoddie up
All in my phone
None of my shooters they miss
Going through the hit list
All it took was a diss
Got your net worth on my wrist
You ain't even make it to the list
Saw ur bitch give me a kiss
Now she sucking on the dick
Now she sucking on the dick
Writer: Elijah Navarro
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid