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b-lovee - hitlist lyrics

[intro]
grrah
ayy, too many opps man (grrah)
f+ck them n+ggas, we gon’ catch ya, that’s why, get to bl!ckin’
i’m too hot
grrah, ayy, grrah+grrah
grrah, ayy
coe, all these thoughts in my head, like
and them n+ggas on
his b+tch tryna f+ck for a share, like
b+tch, i keep the glock on my rib
[chorus]
brodie said pass him the shot, he gon’ walk down, dismiss him (grrah)
he catch a opp, get to cl!ckin’ (cl!ckin’)
f+ck the opps, they be dissin’ like (f+ck the opps, they be dissin’)
’til a opp n+gga missin’
these n+ggas talkin’, but they ain’t never did sh+t like (ain’t ever did sh+t)
why my block being mentioned? like (why my block being mentioned?)
’cause my block got attention like (block got attention)
b+tch, we got 40s extended like
and we known for the cl!ckin’ (known for the cl!ckin’)
i hate talkin’ ’bout opps ’cause it’s sh+t i can’t mention (it’s sh+t i can’t mention)
i get money, big difference
n+ggas get shot and still wanna be dissin’
n+ggas goofy, they all be on kid sh+t like
this sh+t gon’ get scary when i make the hitlist
no, i ain’t worried, b+tch, i really did sh+t
up this sh+t in a hurry, b+tch, i really blitz sh+t

[verse]
too many opps i can name in a zip
rah, lotti, that dub’ never hit
like opta, swear they be all on my d+ck
send a baba, we catch her takin’ a fl!ck
throw a l up, let it drop
we make it hot in this b+tch
h+lla dots on the side, watch ’em fry in this sh+t
we got too many opps, they ain’t slidin’ and sh+t, grrah
i be drippin’, that’s the sh+t that i like to do (like to do)
up this pipin’ and sh+t, i ain’t fightin’ you (fightin’ you)
but we get to beatin’ his ass, just to stay hypin’ you
like, he don’t up on the drill, he that type of dude (he that type of dude)
i could never tote beretta
they know me, b+tch, i shoot through the sweater
like, i get rough, i do drills, any weather
walk down gang, tell me, who do it better?
we catch him right, b+tch, we beating on optas
bullets hot, make a opp do the cha+cha
spinnin’ what? b+tch, they ain’t spinnin’ my block
smokin’, n+ggas aimed at his māthā
duckin’ five+oh, little bro made the block hot
spot a opp, up the heat, let the chop fly
he move to his head and shots from his hotspot
b+tch, i’m with the gang, so i’m feelin’ like popeye
if i’m dolie, i’m still lettin’ sh+t fly
like why would i lie? up that sh+t on like six guys
no kizzy, this sh+t really happen
n+ggas cappin’, that’s all for reactions
blastin’, that’s on bro, i get active
lackin’, leave that boy in the past tense
(grrah, grrah, grrah)
put that boy all in his caption
[chorus]
brodie said pass him the shot, he gon’ walk down, dismiss him (grrah)
he catch a opp, get to cl!ckin’ (cl!ckin’)
f+ck the opps, they be dissin’ like
’til a opp n+gga missin’
these n+ggas talkin’, but they ain’t never did sh+t like (ain’t ever did sh+t)
why my block being mentioned? like (why my block being mentioned?)
’cause my block got attention like (block got attention)
b+tch, we got 40s extended like
and we known for the cl!ckin’
i hate talkin’ ’bout opps ’cause it’s sh+t i can’t mention
i get money, big difference
n+ggas get shot and still wanna be dissin’
n+ggas goofy, they all be on kid sh+t like
this sh+t gon’ get scary when i make the hitlist
no, i ain’t worried, b+tch, i really did sh+t
up this sh+t in a hurry, b+tch, i really blitz sh+t

[outro]
b+tch, i really blitz sh+t, like
but we don’t flex what they make off this hitlist, like
all them n+ggas on kid sh+t, like
little bro get to blitzin’
tell ’em n+ggas, “just eat”
like, bro in the cut with the speed like, and that .40, ah
grrah, but that sh+t bought like a speaker

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