Ra Ra - Hitlist Lyrics

Father forgive me
No I ain't new to this

Father forgive me
No I ain't new to this
Take care of business
The Lord is my witness
Shawty ain't innocent
She's on my hitlist
Flow make you slit wrist
She gonna get this
And we just get lit
And we just stay lit
Call up the bro, he finessin'
Straight out the west end
Nights in the, the boy never stressin'

I look to the sky
Ash my blunt to the sky
I mean f*ck feeling f*cked
The f*ck did I take
Feeling good feeling great
Keep a bitch on my side
Who gon' ride
Who gon' slide
I been up through the night

Why you talk shit if you ain't wanna fight
I'm a thief in the night
Give her dick on the late then I gap it
Why you claim love that ain't happen
Pull up to venue, a bottle in hand and some sticks
Bout a fifty
Empty the guts of the backwood, smoke plenty
I been that nigga since elementary
End up like Kennedy
F*ck with my energy
She be my dark twisted fantasy
We causing anarchy
Give a f*ck, oh I don't
Oh, yea they wish I did