[00:01.43](I Got Hitman On The Beat)
[00:03.20]Me and my brother, he in that cat I’m in that demon
[00:05.44]A bitch a piece with us, he going to Saks I’m going to Nieman’
[00:08.42]I might swerve, I might swerve, I might swerve
[00:11.31]Now that’s all bad smackin’ bitches whackin' niggas doggy
[00:14.30]I’m on all that, if you ain’t ****ing every nigga with me bitch then fall bac
[00:17.66]
[00:17.80]I won’t hesitate to sho** my opps because they caused that
[00:20.19]Only reason yo’ niggas still alive because I paused tha
[00:22.84]They ain’t found out who k*lled my little brother because I solved that
[00:25.78]We already solved that, put a pussy in the close
[00:28.46]Bullets fly somebody Mammy gon’ die cause we on all tha
[00:30.87]Bro came in here looking for the weed , I need that dog back
[00:34.61]Every time my youngins sell a bean he buyin’ all straps
[00:36.95]I grew up in all black i know how to get it going
[00:39.89]Bro don’t need no pape to buy no drac, know I’ll
[00:41.78]
[00:42.03]Get it for him
[00:43.32]If I wasn’t no ****ing millionaire, then I’d steal it for hi
[00:45.97]K*ller season, that’s my brother, we cut throat we city born
[00:48.26]They don’t know you in your city, you didn’t get your city goin’
[00:51.05]Don’t be calling me ‘bout who got shot ‘cause I didn’t get it done
[00:53.88]Told my nigga he ain’t gotta kill nobody ‘cause I’m gonna kill him for hi
[00:57.11]
[00:57.30]I remember late nights, tryna get my pape right
[00:59.54]And everybody turned on me
[01:02.38]Bro died for 8 pints
[01:03.53]3 pounds of fake ice
[01:04.52]**** rats we hate mice but, but still lov
[01:07.21]Cashin’ out and passin’ out
[01:08.80]I pay for bitches asses no
[01:10.37]Them t*tties right, you feel me right
[01:11.61]You got the torch come pass it down, I’m taxing now
[01:13.66]I used to want the six and that was after bar our sticks elite
[01:16.22]I strip the bitch to tip her, send the pics to skeet
[01:19.56]
[01:19.71]These bitches freak
[01:20.42]Me and the gang gone take them bitches phone before we go to slee
[01:22.31]Bitches pull up to my house with thongs on cause they know I’m freak
[01:25.35]Multi-millionaire I throw that B in the air like Cardi B
[01:27.79]You know if you ain’t bother me ‘bout no money then you ain’t bothering me
[01:30.62]You gon’ have to blame my Momma cause she the one who started me
[01:33.27]I face shot my opps on spot I do not take no tolery
[01:35.91]That mean I don’t tolerate no sucka shit from no pussy nigg
[01:39.19]That mean I might shoot you in yo face cause you a pussy nigg
[01:42.08]Hot boy young nigga he so ready he been pistol toting all his life and he so deadl
[01:46.92]It’s gone be a m*rder robbery if he get threatened
[01:49.70]And my homeboys apart of me they like my weapons
[01:52.29]
[01:52.84]Gang gang, gang gang gang he so ready
[01:55.58]Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hot boy
[01:59.47]He so ready its gone be a m*rder robbery if he get threatened
[02:04.00]Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, HA!

(I Got Hitman On The Beat)
Me and my brother, he in that cat I’m in that demon
A bitch a piece with us, he going to Saks I’m going to Nieman’
I might swerve, I might swerve, I might swerve
Now that’s all bad smackin’ bitches whackin' niggas doggy
I’m on all that, if you ain’t ****ing every nigga with me bitch then fall bac
I won’t hesitate to sho** my opps because they caused that
Only reason yo’ niggas still alive because I paused tha
They ain’t found out who k*lled my little brother because I solved that
We already solved that, put a pussy in the close
Bullets fly somebody Mammy gon’ die cause we on all tha
Bro came in here looking for the weed , I need that dog back
Every time my youngins sell a bean he buyin’ all straps
I grew up in all black i know how to get it going
Bro don’t need no pape to buy no drac, know I’ll
Get it for him
If I wasn’t no ****ing millionaire, then I’d steal it for hi
K*ller season, that’s my brother, we cut throat we city born
They don’t know you in your city, you didn’t get your city goin’
Don’t be calling me ‘bout who got shot ‘cause I didn’t get it done
Told my nigga he ain’t gotta kill nobody ‘cause I’m gonna kill him for hi
I remember late nights, tryna get my pape right
And everybody turned on me
Bro died for 8 pints
3 pounds of fake ice
**** rats we hate mice but, but still lov
Cashin’ out and passin’ out
I pay for bitches asses no
Them t*tties right, you feel me right
You got the torch come pass it down, I’m taxing now
I used to want the six and that was after bar our sticks elite
I strip the bitch to tip her, send the pics to skeet
These bitches freak
Me and the gang gone take them bitches phone before we go to slee
Bitches pull up to my house with thongs on cause they know I’m freak
Multi-millionaire I throw that B in the air like Cardi B
You know if you ain’t bother me ‘bout no money then you ain’t bothering me
You gon’ have to blame my Momma cause she the one who started me
I face shot my opps on spot I do not take no tolery
That mean I don’t tolerate no sucka shit from no pussy nigg
That mean I might shoot you in yo face cause you a pussy nigg
Hot boy young nigga he so ready he been pistol toting all his life and he so deadl
It’s gone be a m*rder robbery if he get threatened
And my homeboys apart of me they like my weapons
Gang gang, gang gang gang he so ready
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hot boy
He so ready its gone be a m*rder robbery if he get threatened
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, HA!