Boi Mystery - HIT LIST (feat. OCN Dallas)

I was tryna be great, you was just tryna be ok
Hit list, I'm scrollin' through, who am I gonna see today
She couldn't pull through, back then, she comin' with this money and fame
Girl I told you, go away
All of my trust, you betrayed
And I got Backwood guts, in my tray
Bottles stacked up, on the table
I swear she Lucifer, with a Halo
I applied the pressure, she ran
Got an Audemar up, on my hand
Tryna grab all my money, you just left some scratches on my pants
Ballin' out every Sunday, I feel like a Super Bowl champ
Blowin' on all these cookies, I feel like I'm on another planet
I was tryna catch my tempo bitch, why you gon' fuck me up
I'm on the bench, still get assists, Ion do nothin', bruh
Shawty bend over, tryna get hit, I'm gonna buss you up
Chop-chop, cut you up
Give a fuck 'bout what you want
I walk on the beat, I step real smooth
Just did a head count, my faces blue
Ten-toes down but I still made you move
New foreign whips, give me like two
Played your game but I made my rules
You didn't wanna change your views
When I drop next, it'll be news
Got this water on me like pools
I fathered all these kids, they wanna act O.G.,
You sellin' all that mid, I got that pack on me
And I run to all the bands, just like an athlete
And I won't share, I did this by myself, they mad at me
I was tryna be great, you was just tryna be ok
Hit list, I'm scrollin' through, who am I gonna see today
She couldn't pull through, back then, she comin' with this money and fame
Girl I told you, go away
All of my trust, you betrayed
I was tryna be great, you was just tryna be ok
Hit list, I'm scrollin' through, who am I gonna see today
She couldn't pull through, back then, she comin' with this money and fame
Girl I told you, go away
All of my trust, you betrayed
You gotta stay low, till you come up
I went back to my city, tryna run up my bucks
Shorty gimme one reason, Ion give two fucks
Put that boy on the budget, we just made the cut
Pullin' up seven-deep, we testin' your luck
Had a lot on the line, don't lose my trust
If it's like that, then it's stayin' like that
In the kayak, I got drip in the back
My swag, is so different than yours
Is it real, she feel it in her core
Run a milli, issa money galore
Infatuated, know your shorty adores
Why? Her old man was a dork
Gettin' lifted, I did not have a fork
Like a Muslim, I do not fuck with pork
Workin' on it, gotta build a report
Make an empire, don't wanna be poor
Like Michelin tires, I'm finna explore
Cuz I'm gettin' tired, this life shit is borin'
I wanna do more shit, but we can't afford it
When I get the bag, I'ma build a fortress
Gotta stack up, get a safe full of assets
Put me in a book, my old-school style
Gave her an inch, she took a mile
Put him on the bench, he had a foul
They givin' up, throw in the towel
Praisin' the stakes, I'ma cash cow
He was a joke, just a class clown
I gave em the sauce, that's a hand-me-down
Just hit the city, I'm with Sammy now
We got the pack, smokin' fanny now
I was tryna be great, you was just tryna be ok
Hit list, I'm scrollin' through, who am I gonna see today
She couldn't pull through, back then, she comin' with this money and fame
Girl I told you, go away
All of my trust, you betrayed

Written by:
Dallas Turner, Sammy Seppala

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