Hit List song by CoachDaGhost from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Hip-Hop, New York, Trap music. The Record company is Culturvated, Atlantic Records & Warner Music Group. Released on April 5, 2020.
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Hit List Meaning
| [[Intro] Shine (Yozora) If I shot and I missed, I apologize (We don’t miss) I done traumatized a lot of guys (Guys) We done made a lot of mommas cry (Cry) I know one day that I gotta die (Die) I’m the first one to shoot when it’s time to ride (Ride) Your mans dead, you ain’t tryna slide (Slide) They rappin’ and cappin’ ’bout homicides (‘Cides) They was talking they shit but now, I arrived (Yeah) I know that they schemin’, look in they eyes (See it) They know I’m a demon, they ain’t surprised (Never) All the opps keep on lyin’, I wonder why (Wonder) [Chorus] I keep a stick, I cannot go (Big shine) You gon’ get shot if you drop Choo (Rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah) You’ll probably die if you drop Folk Wipe your nose, then we swerve in a Tahoe (Skrrt) Competition look nervous, they not close (Shine, you’re garbage) I keep a stick, I cannot go (Shine, it’s not gon’ be easy) You gon’ get shot if you drop Choo (Don’t do it, rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah) You’ll probably die if you drop Folk Wipe your nose, then we swerve in a Tahoe Competition look nervous, they not close (Shine) , [Verse] I got plenty of hollows just for Costamado But I don’t really want the cops to follow (I don’t) So I’ma get the drop from a lil’ thot She gon’ line him, he get shot tomorrow And I know why he big mad (I know) ’cause the guys got one up on him, shine He a damn lie, he got shot and his mans died with his gun up on him I can’t wait ’til I finally run up on him (How you know?) He like 450, I keep hitters, they all sitchy, man, we don’t gotta run up on him (He slow) Ayy, ayy, how the hell you a ghostbuster? I be tweaking if he with his BM I’m fiendin’, I’ll fuck around and shoot the both of them, look (Look) Now let’s take a trip to the Foreign Side, let me know if you run into Fivio (Let me know) Grab the shits, with the sticks, yeah, it’s time to roll (It’s time) He a goofy, I promise I’m just being honest I got it, you spot him, then I’ma blow (Baow) It’s about to get scary just like his Amiri’s (Baow, baow) He chattin’ and actin’ like I don’t know I’m a GD, I’m comin’ in 3D So make sure you lock up your door ’cause I be close (Shine) I’m Santa Claus and this is Christmas (Christmas) So guess who’s next on this hit list (Shine) I know y’all never won’t forget this (Y’all won’t) I’m a shark eatin’ all the fishes (I’m hungry) They can bark but it ain’t vicious So please, don’t never get it twisted (Don’t) Mauley, please take the G out your name I thought you was Woo from the Floss (Gang) Your own homie put his feet on your brain and he probably livin’, ’cause it’s you, of course (Of course) Out of all of these cappin’ rappers, did you ever think that I would ever show you remorse? (Real) And don’t think you safe ’cause you Woo from the Ville Shoots fired, gooey sauce Woo-K (Rrah), y’all should’ve knew he lost Shine, I don’t gotta prove he soft Hit his whip, and I’m cruisin’ off (Skrrt, zoom) Then I smoke me a spliff in the newest Porsche (Shine, ghost) Stop blowing my high, is you ready to die? You know for the 6, I ride (Ready) And we don’t just die, look, we multiply, he givin’ me 6ix9ine vibes (Snitch) I’m a felon, you know I ain’t telling, I’m Choo’n and no, I won’t switch my sides (No) I thought I told you not to drop Folk (Why?) I thought I told you not to drop Choo (I told ya) I was searching and lookin’ for Fivio (Searchin’) Fuck around and got addy on Gwuapo (What?) Yeah, he still complaining that he still tryna be famous But bullets don’t care if you hot, bro (They hot) “Baby, you should take heat,” that’s the silly sounds of Jay Gwuapo (Ha) We don’t gotta kill him, look, we could just rob him and drill him And show him he no bro (Not bro) Remove the cheese from his nachos, sike, we knock the meat out his taco (Taco) And if you get money, then why you condonin’ the same shit that got Pop smoked? (Why?) And I just find it funny, it’s 2020, so stop repping a set that you’re not, bro Baby, a lot of niggas really hate me (They do) I pop a Perc’ and go crazy (Berserk) Spin the Ville, and look for Jay Dee (Yes, sir, shine) But the Choodies just hit me while I’m in pursuit and told me, “Jay Dee locked for a rape charge” (What?) And I’m not tryna say that he might get convicted but y’all know what happens in state yards (I’m not) For a rape charge? (It get sticky) I swear to my momma, I hate y’all If they find another llama, that’s eight, y’all (Eight) I’m a star and a couple people want me gone But I’ma shoot first, I’m a face card (I’m hot) So I guess it’s looking like eight, y’all I’m lyin’, I’m doing the race, y’all (I’m out) It’s a sign, my soul keep on cryin’, I’m liable to probably up it on jakes, y’all (Up it, up it) Dead opps, I can see them in you, fuck a deal, I don’t need a venue This a hit list, for the lit Crips and the fake Woos just to be continued] |
Common queries
- What is the name of the producer of the lyrics for Hit List?
This lirics prodiucer by Yozora.
- Who wrote the song Hit List
Hit List lyrics is written by Yozora & CoachDaGhost
