Hitlist Lyrics

I don't want your money, it got nothing to do with me, yeah

Stupid things, stupid things, always running through my head now

Buy a ring then get the head down

She like when I sing, I don't need the crown

She says she like being broke with no money around

I'm baking shit without an oven

I'm taking clips, I hold the button

Wash it down and Robitussin

I barely do it, barely busting

Fucking around and then we touching

We were just fucking around and then we touching

No one likes a discussion when they don't even need it

I'm running from something while bleeding

I'm a whole different breed when I come out to start breathing

Locked up for so long, you would think I'm start sneezing

I'ma bless you like a demon

I'ma bless you like a demon

Switch it back, I still got no key there

Keep mismatching, thought I was with T-Bandz

Making an album, but this is the climax

Minds died, huh

There's a lot of saying where the time at

Vultures fly, yeah

A lot of dead bodies, come grab that

If you ain't making noise, then I don't know what you sittin for

Look at my lyrics for too long, you might just get the course

That's a lot of force, that's a lot of force

That's a lot of force, that's a lot of force

Can't run from the force, can't run from the force

Bring someone in, please, I'm getting bored with it

Run away like how you flee when your sword doesn't fit

Taking it down the street and you know the boy doesn't miss

There's some music to feel complete when you down in a ditch

Wait for it to drop, just wait for it to hit

He said, I promise this shit won't flop, and then it actually did

Where were you at when I needed assistance

I can't get out of this trap, I keep connecting them bridges

Was a kid in the trap jus praying he'd fit in

Can't say you slatt without a brick and you owning a building

I'm at the very top of the tip of the mill thing

If they ain't giving me my money, I let them feel me

Seven shots and some to the chest, girl, you gon' feel me

Smoking dope with a pot, you think I'm doing some meal thing

Watch me do it, watch me do it, three more times with her

Girl go stupid, girl go stupid, you my bond picker

She went too fast and now my meter is broken, damn

I can't close the two-seater when you've been eyeing with chance

Name your baby boy off the damned

I dare you to do that one more time without his hand

I think the words are changing the situation and their decisions

Cause once you pick a placement, you never going back to the reverend

I found my own tavern, my sounds have always been sadder

Bitch came up back from the dead like she Lazarus

I done helped a few lives, but one of them makes me mad I wanna kiss

How you telling me to listen when you haven't pulled up the list

How you gon' tell me that this shit hitting when you ain't got one hit

How you telling me to listen when you haven't pulled up the list