Hitlist

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​ronsocold - Rap

Hitlist

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[Intro: Gunna] (I just told Richie we rich) [Chorus] Riding 'round town wit' a F&N Pocket full of white guys, dead presidents We gon' spin your block, leave no evidence Leave no witness I just scratched your bitch right off my hitlist [Post-Chorus] I know you sick, know you mad Off these Percs, I swear to God, I don't know how to act Jump in that pussy, jump in that pussy, it wet like a ocean Bean in my lean Nigga, try me [Verse] He gon' need a gun for me You can't afford to die I get off these drugs and I feel like I could touch the sky I'm drinking on Henny Broke-ass nigga, boy, you probably still shop at JC Penney Mama told me I was a star You still stay wit' your mama wit' no job and no car Finna sign a deal for a couple commas I'ma turn around, give that to my mama [Post-Chorus] I know you sick, know you mad Off these Percs, I swear to God, I don't know how to act Jump in that pussy, jump in that pussy, it wet like a ocean Bean in my lean Nigga, try me [Chorus] Riding 'round town wit' a F&N Pocket full of white guys, dead presidents We gon' spin your block, leave no evidence Leave no witness I just scratched your bitch right off my hitlist [Post-Chorus] I know you sick, know you mad Off these Percs, I swear to God, I don't know how to act Jump in that pussy, jump in that pussy, it wet like a ocean Bean in my lean Nigga, try me [Outro] (Boy)

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Credits

Writers
  • Richie Souf
  • ​ronsocold