Hitman

[Intro]
Hitman making beats again
Yo

[Chorus]
Hitman making beats again, so I got back on my shit
Broski headin' out of town, clockin' in and out of shifts
If that boy not on the pros, you know we come take his shit
You know we come take his shit
How come he don't beat his gun? We had to come take his stick
Turn that boy into a lick (Bap)
He said it's on sight but when we caught him, had him shittin' bricks

[Verse]
Brobro out here chippin' bricks
I'm just out here makin' hits
I still got it on my hip
Run up, that's a brand new spliff
Run up that's a brand new spliff
Jackboy or its young boy Dizz
Big for extended clips
OT gang, we takin risks
OT gang, we takin' trips
Get the drop, we fill the clip
In my cup, I pour the Tris
In my jeans, I got the 5th
Backseat gang, just me and Dizz (Backseat gang, just me and Dizz)
Yo, the young boys on the track
The young boys countin' racks
The youngins go and do a hit while I sit back
Heard they caught him with his dukes, that's heart attacks
Broski out here crackin' codes, that's swiper, slatt
Hit the ATM, withdrawl, them plastic racks
Yo

[Chorus]
Hitman making beats again, so I got back on my shit
Broski headin' out of town, clockin' in and out of shifts
If that boy not on the pros, you know we come take his shit
You know we come take his shit
How come he don't beat his gun? We had to come take his stick
Turn that boy into a lick (Bap)
He said it's on sight but when we caught him, had him shittin' bricks