HitMan Song Details:
HitMan Song Lyrics
DJ On The Beat, So It’s A Banger
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They Call That Boy Hitman, Mission Complete (Boom, Boom, What? What?)
He Runnin’ Up Hittin’ His Target (Boom, Boom)
He Gettin’ Up Close, Turn That Boy To A Ghost (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
He Should’ve Be Labelled A Marksman (Yeah)
He Set His Whole Block On Fire Like Arson (Grrah, Grrah)
So Don’t Tryna Be Clark Kent (Grrah)
Green Beam On The Glock, Call That Kryptonite (Huh?)
300 But He Not A Spartan (Boom, Boom)
They Call That Boy Hitman, Mission Complete (Boom, Boom, What? What?)
He Runnin’ Up Hittin’ His Target (Boom, Boom)
He Gettin’ Up Close, Turn That Boy To A Ghost (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
He Should’ve Be Labelled A Marksman (Yeah)
He Set His Whole Block On Fire Like Arson (Grrah, Grrah)
So Don’t Tryna Be Clark Kent (Grrah)
Green Beam On The Glock, Call That Kryptonite (Huh?)
300 But He Not A Spartan (Boom, Boom)
They Call That Boy Hitman
See I’m In The Streets, And They In The Way Like A Speed Hunt
I Jumped Off That Porch And Started Smokin’ Shit, Keep A Stick On Me Like A Tree Trunk
I Been Drillin’ Shit For A Long Time, I Turned This Shit Into A Hobby Nigga
He Was Tryna Make It To The NBA, And I Was Tryna Catch Me A Body Nigga
Coolin’ With Gang Got Some Older Niggas They Was Showin’ Me How To Move
Catch Me On The Block, Told The To Slide On The Opps When I’m Not At School
Lurk And Caught A Nigga Then I Rocked His Ass
‘Bout A 3rd Shot, Hollows Dropped His Ass
I Stood Over Him And Then I Sparked His Ass
They Done Ran Take The Brown Box His Ass
Like What’s Up Now? He Should Never Lacked With His Goofy Ass
They Done Came Back And Try To Slide For ‘Em
But They Missed, What The Fuck Was They Shootin’ At?
I Be Shootin’ Them Niggas, Ain’t Shootin’ Back
He Ain’t Movin’, I Think He In Cardiac
Got Some Niggas Locked Up In Pontiac
Take The Soul Out His Chest, He Ain’t Comin’ Back
They Call That Boy Hitman, Mission Complete (Boom, Boom, What? What?)
He Runnin’ Up Hittin’ His Target (Boom, Boom)
He Gettin’ Up Close, Turn That Boy To A Ghost (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
He Should’ve Be Labelled A Marksman (Yeah)
He Set His Whole Block On Fire Like Arson (Grrah, Grrah)
So Don’t Tryna Be Clark Kent (Grrah)
Green Beam On The Glock, Call That Kryptonite (Huh?)
300 But He Not A Spartan (Boom, Boom)
They Call That Boy Hitman, Mission Complete (Boom, Boom, What? What?)
He Runnin’ Up Hittin’ His Target (Boom, Boom)
He Gettin’ Up Close, Turn That Boy To A Ghost (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
He Should’ve Be Labelled A Marksman (Yeah)
He Set His Whole Block On Fire Like Arson (Grrah, Grrah)
So Don’t Tryna Be Clark Kent (Grrah)
Green Beam On The Glock, Call That Kryptonite (Huh?)
300 But He Not A Spartan (Boom, Boom)
They Call That Boy Hitman
