WorldWarBlue - Hit List Lyrics

He want me dead
I want his bitch
Keep calling my name
She making me sick
I remember when I really ain't have shit
Thinking back to the days where she wasn't on my dick
Now she on my dick
Funny how shit switch
Life moving too fast
I ain't really with the reminiscing
I was hitting paypals
I wasn't trapping in no kitchen
Ran through a few bitches
A few deaths made me different
First gun I touched was a smith and
Really loved how it glistened
Niggas always fake kicking
Niggas always tryna diss me
Is it cause I always be where his bitch be?
Got his ride or die bitch blowing me some kisses
She on my Hit List
She like boy come hit this
I cannot focus
I'm tryna get more rich
Said I'm done with the pouring
My bro pulled up with more red
Off this drink bitch I'm snoring
But I'm tryna get more dead
Life's too risky
I cannot waste no time
Hitting my phone
Imma just hit decline
He wasn't talking no bands
Why even hit my line?
I need my backends
If you wanna see me live
(Bitch)