I'ma go in for the kill like a hitman
Said she-
I'ma go in for the kill like a hitman
Got me leaning like a kickstand
Said she love me-
(Great John on the beat by the way)

I'ma go in for the kill like a hitman, huh
I been leaning like a kickstand
Count cash all we ever knew is get bands, huh
Said she love me I don't understand
Funny how the lil' man turn big man, huh
Now they all wanna be a fan
Funny how the lil' man turn big man, huh
Now they all wanna be a fan

Look, you don't even know how it started
We was trappin' out apartments
For the police and the opps I'm a target (look)
Lil' thot on my bodies
Smokin' on gas like, "Bro, who farted?"
We gon' finish, they started
I don't know none' bout nigga who talkin (I ain't talkin)
I got shot like twice but I'm livin', huh
Remember back then when I couldn't fit in
When I got my Glock, good riddance, huh
Clear the whole room when we get in
Fuck all my opps, niggas know I been spinnin', huh
Niggas know I been spinnin', huh
I done ran through them rooms like a hundred times
Can't fuck wit' 'em, ain't one of mine
Ran it up put lil' bit to the side, huh
Save up for the hard times
I know they prolly wanna fall in love (look)
I keep seein' these heart eyes
Deep down they ain't tryna hold me up, huh
On the block where my heart lies

I'ma go in for the kill like a hitman, huh
I been leaning like a kickstand
Count cash all we ever knew is get bands, huh
Said she love me I don't understand
Funny how the lil' man turn big man, huh
Now they all wanna be a fan
Funny how the lil' man turn big man, huh
Now they all wanna be a fan

I'ma go in for the kill like a hitman, huh
I been leaning like a kickstand
Count cash all we ever knew was get bands, huh
Said she love me I don't understand
Funny how the lil man turn big man, huh
Now they all wanna be a fan
Funny how the lil man turn big man, huh
Now they all wanna be a fan

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Writer(s): Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers