License To Kill

[Chorus: Breeton Boi]
Uh, what is your deal?
No Jack Harlow, but I wanna know what's popping for real
If somebody moving fishy, hook him up with the reel
They ain't know we highly lethal, got that license to kill
Uh, what is your deal?
No Jack Harlow, but I wanna know what's popping for real
If somebody moving fishy, hook him up with the reel
They ain't know we highly lethal, got that license to kill, uh

[Verse 1: Breeton Boi]
Pull up just to upset the balance, yea we don't roll steady
Haters thought they jumping the crew, but we were all ready
Say he pulling strings, but there ain't no tension, he don't stress me
Nothing like the Hunter exam, so how he gon test me?
Owl Nen, put em down to size with the cloak
Usually against my morels but they wanting the smoke
But I bet when my goons pull up, then he bound to choke
I'm Bonolenov with the straps, leave a man full of holes
Feel like Killua, the kid been an assassin at birth
There's a price up on your head, you best not ask what it's worth
My drip levels overflowing, I'm enhancer for sure
Put hands on my shirt, then you and all your mans in a hearse
Feel like a Shonen protagonist, got a lot on my plate
But I still get through it all, ain't no surprise that I ate
NGL, y'all ain't got the tech so just tell it straight
Crazy slots, I'm hitting different when I pull up with Eight OK

[Chorus: Breeton Boi]
Uh, what is your deal?
No Jack Harlow, but I wanna know what's popping for real
If somebody moving fishy, hook him up with the reel
They ain't know we highly lethal, got that license to kill
Uh, what is your deal?
No Jack Harlow, but I wanna know what's popping for real
If somebody moving fishy, hook him up with the reel
They ain't know we highly lethal, got that license to kill, uh

[Verse 2: DizzyEight]
What is the deal?
Forget how you feel
Listen you never was real
Look I'm out in the field
Listen I carry that steel on me
Incase they really wanna steal on me
Claim they hate, but they still on me
See potential wanna kill homie
Look, you boys are unfamiliar, me and Breeton really running things, man, I'm feeling like Gon and Killua
You don't really wanna battle, if I shoot I promise you're gone, I'm killing ya
Listen my skill is one on a million, I don't have fear, I'm not a civilian
I keep it real that's why they all feeling em
Listen I'm born an assassin
All of my past is tragic
I guess that's what made me a savage
I carry that blood in my baggage
I could've been dead in a casket
Instead I rose from the ashes
I broke out the trance I was trapped in, yeah
Look, warfare I was bred for it
I take out the target, make sure I get my bread for it
See the scars, boy I bled for it
Coming for my head, you end up dead for it

[Chorus: Breeton Boi]
Uh, what is your deal?
No Jack Harlow, but I wanna know what's popping for real
If somebody moving fishy, hook him up with the reel
They ain't know we highly lethal, got that license to kill
Uh, what is your deal?
No Jack Harlow, but I wanna know what's popping for real
If somebody moving fishy, hook him up with the reel
They ain't know we highly lethal, got that license to kill, uh