Quixx III - Hitman Lyrics

1-2-3-4
Don't give a fuck, kick down your door
A-B-C-D-E-F 'cause imma G
Bitch, I ain't playing games
Yeah, imma shoot your brain
Uh, I'm a hitman like, "hey, imma wipe your name"
I got to go harder for my team
Fuck your squad, you know what I bring
Loading my clip while I fuck on your bitch
And then I head out and pull up on your clique
1-2-3-4
Don't give a fuck, kick down your door
A-B-C-D-E-F 'cause imma G
Bitch, I ain't playing games
Yeah, imma shoot your brain
Uh, I'm a hitman like, "hey, imma wipe your name"
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
What you gonna do once you see me?
You say you got a pole, but scared to fire at me
All your talk cap, yeah, internet beef
So, should I worry?
No, Why would I think?
Oh
What you gonna do once you see me?
You say you got a pole, but scared to fire at me
All your talk cap, yeah, internet beef
So, should I worry?
No, Why would I think?
Oh
Hit your bitch from the back
Got to admit your bitch's ass fat
Pulling on her hair, she like it like that
She like "Damn, he never did that"
She keep saying that we are close
I left that bitch, I went ghost
I don't give a fuck, you already know
You won't shoot shit, so leave your gun at home
1-2-3-4
Don't give a fuck, kick down your door
A-B-C-D-E-F 'cause imma G
Bitch, I ain't playing games
Yeah, imma shoot your brain
Uh, I'm a hitman like, "hey, imma wipe your name"
(Imma wipe your name)
(Imma wipe your name)
(Imma wipe your name)

1-2-3-4
Don't give a fuck, kick down your door
A-B-C-D-E-F 'cause imma G
Bitch, I ain't playing games
Yeah, imma shoot your brain
Uh, I'm a hitman like, "hey, imma wipe your name"
I got to go harder for my team
Fuck your squad, you know what I bring
Loading my clip while I fuck on your bitch
And then I head out and pull up on your clique
1-2-3-4
Don't give a fuck, kick down your door
A-B-C-D-E-F 'cause imma G
Bitch, I ain't playing games
Yeah, imma shoot your brain
Uh, I'm a hitman like, "hey, imma wipe your name"
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
What you gonna do once you see me?
You say you got a pole, but scared to fire at me
All your talk cap, yeah, internet beef
So, should I worry?
No, Why would I think?
Oh
What you gonna do once you see me?
You say you got a pole, but scared to fire at me
All your talk cap, yeah, internet beef
So, should I worry?
No, Why would I think?
Oh
Hit your bitch from the back
Got to admit your bitch's ass fat
Pulling on her hair, she like it like that
She like "Damn, he never did that"
She keep saying that we are close
I left that bitch, I went ghost
I don't give a fuck, you already know
You won't shoot shit, so leave your gun at home
1-2-3-4
Don't give a fuck, kick down your door
A-B-C-D-E-F 'cause imma G
Bitch, I ain't playing games
Yeah, imma shoot your brain
Uh, I'm a hitman like, "hey, imma wipe your name"
(Imma wipe your name)
(Imma wipe your name)
(Imma wipe your name)