Ima on my HitSquad shit
If you keep on talking
B*tch it's hits ain't no miss
Heard he feeling special
So I put em on the list
King pass the clip
That's what you call an assist
Hahahahaha
On my HitSquad shit
If you keep on talking
B*tch it's hits ain't no miss
Heard he feeling special
So I put em on the list
King pass the clip
That's what you call an assist
Hahahahaha
Take a second
Okay now it's over
Kill you then kill your fam
Nobody getting closure
I was gone but now I'm back
About to take over
I'm the messiah you forgot
The raptures getting closer
Thought you could play me
Then you must be stupid
I'm not titty boy
But believe I'm the f*cking truest
And I'm the hottest nigga out
I get your bitch to prove it
She at my crib sounding like Waka
Screaming oh let's do it
They nailed me down
And thought they had a chance
I layed low for three days
Now I'm back my friend
And my disciples still with me
They gone move when I say go
And since you talking out your neck
They put a hole in your throat
I told ya homie
Yea we don't play fair
I can't catch you at your crib
I catch you at the daycare
If I can't catch you there
Ima pull up to where your granny sleep
Kill her then kill the family
While everybody weep
Ima on my HitSquad shit
If you keep on talking
B*tch it's hits ain't no miss
Heard he feeling special
So I put em on the list
King pass the clip
That's what you call an assist
Hahahahaha
On my HitSquad shit
If you keep on talking
B*tch it's hits ain't no miss
Heard he feeling special
So I put em on the list
King pass the clip
That's what you call an assist
Hahahahaha
You learn your lesson
When you play me
Your homie tried
Don't you know that history repeats
And ima dog
Ima whole different pedigree
And your bitch on me
So I guess that that make her a flea
Everywhere I go
They watching me
I might be closer to your girl
Then it really seems
Ain't no mirror ain't no magic
Ain't no smoke and screens
My neighbors think it's a scary movie
The way she scream
E for effort
That's a nice try
But you forgot one thing
I'm not nice guy
I finish first and not last
I deserve some sprinkles
I'm so high they can't stand me
So they call me dinkle (Berg)
I'm Really on one
They tell me I'm tripping
But I ain't even let it be light yet
This the beginning
And if you say my name
Then I appear like a magician
Before you talk about me
Better check the lips you kissing
Quey - HitSquad Lyrics
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Ima on my HitSquad shit
If you keep on talking
B*tch it's hits ain't no miss
Heard he feeling special
So I put em on the list
King pass the clip
That's what you call an assist
Hahahahaha
On my HitSquad shit
If you keep on talking
B*tch it's hits ain't no miss
Heard he feeling special
So I put em on the list
King pass the clip
That's what you call an assist
Hahahahaha
Take a second
Okay now it's over
Kill you then kill your fam
Nobody getting closure
I was gone but now I'm back
About to take over
I'm the messiah you forgot
The raptures getting closer
Thought you could play me
Then you must be stupid
I'm not titty boy
But believe I'm the f*cking truest
And I'm the hottest nigga out
I get your bitch to prove it
She at my crib sounding like Waka
Screaming oh let's do it
They nailed me down
And thought they had a chance
I layed low for three days
Now I'm back my friend
And my disciples still with me
They gone move when I say go
And since you talking out your neck
They put a hole in your throat
I told ya homie
Yea we don't play fair
I can't catch you at your crib
I catch you at the daycare
If I can't catch you there
Ima pull up to where your granny sleep
Kill her then kill the family
While everybody weep
Ima on my HitSquad shit
If you keep on talking
B*tch it's hits ain't no miss
Heard he feeling special
So I put em on the list
King pass the clip
That's what you call an assist
Hahahahaha
On my HitSquad shit
If you keep on talking
B*tch it's hits ain't no miss
Heard he feeling special
So I put em on the list
King pass the clip
That's what you call an assist
Hahahahaha
You learn your lesson
When you play me
Your homie tried
Don't you know that history repeats
And ima dog
Ima whole different pedigree
And your bitch on me
So I guess that that make her a flea
Everywhere I go
They watching me
I might be closer to your girl
Then it really seems
Ain't no mirror ain't no magic
Ain't no smoke and screens
My neighbors think it's a scary movie
The way she scream
E for effort
That's a nice try
But you forgot one thing
I'm not nice guy
I finish first and not last
I deserve some sprinkles
I'm so high they can't stand me
So they call me dinkle (Berg)
I'm Really on one
They tell me I'm tripping
But I ain't even let it be light yet
This the beginning
And if you say my name
Then I appear like a magician
Before you talk about me
Better check the lips you kissing
If you keep on talking
B*tch it's hits ain't no miss
Heard he feeling special
So I put em on the list
King pass the clip
That's what you call an assist
Hahahahaha
On my HitSquad shit
If you keep on talking
B*tch it's hits ain't no miss
Heard he feeling special
So I put em on the list
King pass the clip
That's what you call an assist
Hahahahaha
Take a second
Okay now it's over
Kill you then kill your fam
Nobody getting closure
I was gone but now I'm back
About to take over
I'm the messiah you forgot
The raptures getting closer
Thought you could play me
Then you must be stupid
I'm not titty boy
But believe I'm the f*cking truest
And I'm the hottest nigga out
I get your bitch to prove it
She at my crib sounding like Waka
Screaming oh let's do it
They nailed me down
And thought they had a chance
I layed low for three days
Now I'm back my friend
And my disciples still with me
They gone move when I say go
And since you talking out your neck
They put a hole in your throat
I told ya homie
Yea we don't play fair
I can't catch you at your crib
I catch you at the daycare
If I can't catch you there
Ima pull up to where your granny sleep
Kill her then kill the family
While everybody weep
Ima on my HitSquad shit
If you keep on talking
B*tch it's hits ain't no miss
Heard he feeling special
So I put em on the list
King pass the clip
That's what you call an assist
Hahahahaha
On my HitSquad shit
If you keep on talking
B*tch it's hits ain't no miss
Heard he feeling special
So I put em on the list
King pass the clip
That's what you call an assist
Hahahahaha
You learn your lesson
When you play me
Your homie tried
Don't you know that history repeats
And ima dog
Ima whole different pedigree
And your bitch on me
So I guess that that make her a flea
Everywhere I go
They watching me
I might be closer to your girl
Then it really seems
Ain't no mirror ain't no magic
Ain't no smoke and screens
My neighbors think it's a scary movie
The way she scream
E for effort
That's a nice try
But you forgot one thing
I'm not nice guy
I finish first and not last
I deserve some sprinkles
I'm so high they can't stand me
So they call me dinkle (Berg)
I'm Really on one
They tell me I'm tripping
But I ain't even let it be light yet
This the beginning
And if you say my name
Then I appear like a magician
Before you talk about me
Better check the lips you kissing
Writer: Patrick Donnell
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