I’mma Hitta

[Intro]
Ships of an alien source are approaching from the sky (Hahaha, hahaha)
Radio contact has been attempted, but cannot be established (I'm out here, man)
Instructions are to prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy
Yeah, niggas been talking like, like I fell off or some shit, man (What? This that mixtape fucking up the play, man)
I was still getting to the dough on some FBG shit, what it do? (I'm here, what you need, broski?)
Got lil' broski in the booth with me (GoDumb)
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[Verse 1]
Yeah, 063 up, so 064 next
Fifty shots in it, but after ten, he hit
These niggas soft as pussy, so I'ma get 'em wet
Facebook'll get 'еm exed, empty clip, hit thе deck
My niggas real and these niggas so false
I got some niggas from the Engle, red dots, they get 'em off
I'm paid, he broke
They bitch-made, better get some dough
I got some clips in the nine the same size as his dreads
Niggas snitching, niggas bitches, leave no witness, kill him dead
Guns get drawn and I ain't talking illustration
I get dough and I got more, fuck boy, I'm 'bout my paper
A lot of niggas fake, I'm just in it for the check
I'm killing niggas off, who want it? Who next?
A lot of niggas fake, I'm just in it for the check
I'm killing niggas off, who want it? Who next?

[Chorus]
I'm a hitter, that's the truth
Never woof, I just shoot
Never woof, I just shoot
Never woof, I just shoot

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, load up the eight, okay, it's time to do the shit
I just rack him if he lacking, leave his brains by his kicks
If I die today, remember me like Tooka
Don't give a fuck about Hell 'cause I'ma meet up with my shooters, huh

[Verse 2]
Young nigga, but I'm paid, though
Run up on me, then I'm shooting like James, ho
Niggas hate, so I never leave without the thirty
Tow truck coming, then I'm dipping 'cause I keep it on me
Period, bitch, I'm shining like a lighthouse
Run up on me, them goons gon' wipe him out
Red beam make a pussy nigga do a flip
No mask 'cause we kill when we do a hit
What he mean? About my dough, get your bread up
He 'bout his bread, I cut his loaf, get your mans up
Niggas know what's up, they just saying stuff
Too much money out my pockets and my hands stuffed

[Chorus]
I'm a hitter, that's the truth
Never woof, I just shoot
Never woof, I just shoot
Never woof, I just shoot

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, load up the eight, okay, it's time to do the shit
I just rack him if he lacking, leave his brains by his kicks
If I die today, remember me like Tooka
Don't give a fuck about Hell 'cause I'ma meet up with my shooters, huh