Assassin Lyrics

Hoodie on, gloved up like an assassin

I was in the trap catching plays like madden

Nigga yo stick is plastic

Like Kim Kardashian

Can't hang around no feds, watch what you asking

Stick tucked, ready for blasting

I told my bro turn the Glock automatic

We was young niggas on the block causing havoc

You still a lil nigga on the block crying for daddy

Grown ass man calling other niggas "Big Homie"

Niggas just throwing up signs it ain't no money

Getting money I ain't really worried bout nobody

I can't talk money with y'all, y'all don't know bout it

Packs on packs, Up in the trap

Back of the Glock got that frrr push you back

Stand on yo business you never do that

I ain't worried bout niggas be asking "Who that?"

Wait, he tried to run tell him "Come back"

I said we bout business and that was a fact

Aye, I just hit that bitch from the back

I fuck on that bitch and I don't hit her back

Off a Xan got me peaking

Shit, this hoe got me tweaking

Hoe a gnat, I been peeping yeah

Seen her out last weekend

Finna go back to the trap 'cause they feenin'

Better come back with some cash if you need it

Nigga beat it you better come back with some green

If it ain't about money I don't know what that mean

Catching plays, like Odell

Yo motion like turtle nigga here yo shell

It's one thing for certain I would never tell

Yo pockets be hurting nigga I could tell

We got this out the dirt, you just gotta put in the work

If you ain't paying for the fee than you can't get me on a verse

Shit ain't free and the shit ain't cheap nigga yerr

Serving to the feens niggas tweak til it hurt

Motion got speed niggas leave you in the dirt

Nigga what you need, what's the beef, what's the word?

Come to me I don't give a fuck what you heard

(I don't give a fuck keep it tucked nigga duck)

(We bout to get buck, you out of luck)

(Lil nigga you better give up, yo ass is done)

(We got the trap made it jump up)

Hoodie on, gloved up like an assassin

I was in the trap catching plays like madden

Nigga yo stick is plastic

Like Kim Kardashian

Can't hang around no feds, watch what you asking

Stick tucked, ready for blasting

I told my bro turn the Glock automatic

We was young niggas on the block causing havoc

You still a lil nigga on the block crying for daddy

Grown ass man calling other niggas "Big Homie"

Niggas just throwing up signs it ain't no money

Getting money I ain't really worried bout nobody

I can't talk money with y'all, y'all don't know bout it

Packs on packs, Up in the trap

Back of the Glock got that frrr push you back

Stand on yo business you never do that

I ain't worried bout niggas be asking "Who that?"

Wait, he tried to run tell him "Come back"

I said we bout business and that was a fact

Aye, I just hit that bitch from the back

I fuck on that bitch and I don't hit her back