Hit List Lyrics

I wish

Yeah I wish wish

I wish

Yeah I wish I wish

A hit

Yeah a hit list

A hit

Yeah a hit list

I'm going after the niggas that's claiming that they going after the kid

Shut up lil nigga you ain't coming for me a baby I'll hand you bid

Can't watch when you speak all the shit that I see is a dick rubbing off of ya lips

Fagget lil bitch you can never compete moutherfucka I'm top on the grid

Listen

I'm kind of rough when I'm sipping

I like that nigga cause he gotta bag and he always in blue steady cripping

I got producers all over my phone tried to send me they nudes yeah they tripping

God got a plan for the kid & that bih set in stone moutherfucka it's written it's written

I just hoped out of that new 2020 no licenses I just hit the switch

These bitches MJ call me big daddy joe have my children go pick out they switch

I'm not doing features for less than 250 no option I'll body it quick

These hoes know my life more than me like a show vh1 with a horrible script

I'm clocking in, you hoes clocking out

Competition, Competition

Yeah a bitch full of doubt

There's so much hate in the East that think I might move to the south

Niggas be bold with them moutherfuckin fingers but won't use they mouth uh

Why every fucking time I gotta let these bitches know?

Right?

That I'm the big honcho

Word

Nigga, Nigga

I'll sit on my moutherfuckin throne and slap every single bitch

Cause I wish

I wish

Yeah I wish I wish

I wish

Yeah I wish I wish

A hit

Yeah a hit list

A hit

Yeah a hit list

I wish

Yeah I wish I wish

I wish

Yeah I wish I wish

A hit

Yeah a hit list

A hit

Yeah a hit list

I might do the dab on these bitches

Bend them right on them ass I'm the mom and the dad but I would never put claim on these bitches

Ain't no brakes in my lane I want all of the fame I can tell I put fear in these bitches

Put the heat in they ass on these bitches

I wish moutherfucka would dare one these bitches

Right jab Ronda Rousey all hands on these bitches

You moving too slow bitches gitty up

Remind you again why ya nigga stuck

You get no cash baby Biggie bucks

Throwing bread to you pigeons a city duck Uh

The girls think they know

Ain't knowing a thing but this ass on his nose

Flicking my wrist ain't no pot on the stove

Reading a bitch like a book ain't no pose

What's litty

You think you it in my city

Heard couple dudes trynna get me

Cus I'm running circles they raps pretty shitty

I got the candy no 50

And he wanna touch it that's word to sis missy

90 percent wanna get me

But baby all hunnid could never sit with me, bitch

You still not getting the shit bitch?

How many times I gotta tell these bitches?

I'll eat these mouthfuckas up lunch dinner and breakfast

And have some more shit on the side for a snack

I wish

Yeah I wish I wish

I wish

Yeah I wish I wish

A hit

Yeah a hit list

A hit

Yeah a hit list

I wish

Yeah I wish I wish

I wish

Yeah I wish I wish

A hit

Yeah a hit list

A hit

Yeah a hit list