Le0, Lil Tenda - Hit List (feat. GAAMB THE PROFIT)

I got a bitch on my dick
Prada when I sip
Fuck it then I dip
I'm balling out and shit
Got posted on the hip aye
No holsters on the hitlist
Baby Tell me how you want it
Tell me everything about
Tell me nice and tell me honest
Just don't ever play about it
This is profit and I'm popping
Got her talking so erotic
I tell her when I want it then she pull up like she sonic
Don't be counting ever dollar every penny when we spend yea
Fill the yacht with naked bitches hot like we in Kenya
Calling all the time she want to see me everyday yeah
Niggas say be humble I'll be humble when dead yeah
Wrist froze cold never listen to opinions
Niggas copy niggas they be moving like they minions
I lead the pride fuck them niggas and they feelings
Spotlight nigga now I'm soaring to the ceiling
Tell me if you love me tell me that's on God
Shawty wanna feel like shawty is on top
Niggas always acting niggas throwing fits
My niggas always fighting and we ain't calling quits
We never gonna quit
We shake it down and split
Diamonds on my head
Got a price on my head
No shawty do me wrong
Cause I'm iced out with baguettes
I'm winning on these Niggas
and I never seen a threat
Balling on these Niggas
Dunking on em' like I'm Shaq
Grah, grah, grah that's yo block getting wet
Check my wrist yeah I'm iced out with Patek
The life that I chose yeah I ain't regret
No regret on these niggas imma hit this hoe
Girl can you drop it wanna see it hit the floor
Up down up down
Baby shake it up and down
I miss yours features let me be what's beneath you but I won't ever need you
Down to the ground till the day that I leave her
Pounce on a pound of the reefer
She know I'm the one imma keeper
She more like a receiver deeper
I'm titanic word to Leo
Face outta Montreal ass outta Rio
I'm not a cheetah no Cheeto's
But I keep the peach Mario
Don't count me to be y'all hero
I won't take a bullet for your pride or your ego
I'll watch em' fly by like Neo
C3P0 on the dot I'm on top of game
See people who gon drop but they not on my plane
Or even on my playing field
You can only call me fake until I make it real
You can only call me late if it's a great appeal
And I'm only on the way if you can make me
Now lemme talk my shit no diss
You riding niggas waves like you surfing on the bitch
I round my niggas up in the jag hit a lick
My wrist make niggas colorblind yellow piss
I be stunting on these niggas stole his bitch now he pissed
took a couple shots think he chilling but he missed
Young Leo dishing Ls to the haters hold this
Flooded up the city with the milli gold wrist
Niggas always talk but they never show it
She said they name was important I don't really know it
Million dollars for a cheque and imma really blow it
Got a bottle full of Henny imma really pour it
And imma really pour it
Ran a bill on the shoes cuz that's Rick Owens

Written by:
Adrian Chitohwa, Breenan Maag, Tatenda Dune

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