Hit-Man by K-i-ll-a SA Lyrics
Lyrics
[Intro-K-i-ll-a SA]
(Killa on the beat
Ye
Hitman,)
(Verse 1-K-i-ll-a SA)
Special Order to kill em
Search, kill like a hitman
Killstreak I’m on a spree man
Just took a short vaca
Now I’m ready X2
Now I’m ready to wrestle
For them bezels
Like daredevil
Remain connect like I’m server
It’s the Killa he gon bless ya
I’m freed
You watch and see
You won’t believe
A kid this fleek
Big head, big dreams
Big mouth I talk
So what get lost
Monday it’s raw
You watch the clock
Pick lock it gone
Lock on like Glock
Trigger triggers
I shine ain’t glitter
After sisters
After chickens
Off the hinges
Kitchen missions
Whip hard friction
It’s addiction
Ah
[Verse 2-K-i-ll-a SA]
(Sweet hate bitter
Haters bitter
They say fuck feels
I talk digits
I don’t linger
Straight up winner
Roll up
Bmer tinted)X2
It’s the hitman
Dig with fingers
Dig on bitches
Off the hinges
Gifted christmas
Keep your fitness
I am fearless
Mr Quickness
Ain’t a secret
I ain’t loud
They smoke loud
(This ain’t marriage but I vow
To keep pushing for my clout
Married hustle just got started)
Ye
(Verse 3-K-i-ll-a SA)
Liers f-em
They the threat
On my radar ouhh
Twerk it move it
Shake that ass to the tempo
Twerk that ass in a circle
Full me once that’s no no
Fool me twice n that’s no show
Flex Flex like an elbow/elbows
Bruh I’m finna get airborne
Ye
Murdered Nasty
I’m the Killa
Come and fight me
Your bitches like me
Don’t ignore me
I am silent
And I’m deadly
You watch and see
You won’t believe
A kid this fleek
Big head,big dreams
Big mouth I talk
So what get lost
Monday it’s raw
You watch the clock
Pick lock gone
Lock on Glock
Trigger triggers
I shine ain’t glitter
Look after your bitches
It’s December, it’s the trick or treat season
[Verse 4-K-i-ll-a SA]
Give me reasons not to take her
Ama pick her with my chauffeur
In the back seat having liquor
Pass the mixer, took a picture
Then I kissed her, she then gibber
I say shhh, your man ain’t here
Just come closer I’m your rover
I ain’t range that’s a shame
Got some models in my phone
Took a shot I done scored
Like my hormones I bring hype
Haters try
I just wipe
Like a nasty ugly stain
Let my reign, bring the rain
Don’t got ice
I’m lil Wayne without the chains
[Outro-K-i-ll-a SA]
Ye
Killa on the beat
[Intro-K-i-ll-a SA]
(Killa on the beat
Ye
Hitman,)
(Verse 1-K-i-ll-a SA)
Special Order to kill em
Search, kill like a hitman
Killstreak I’m on a spree man
Just took a short vaca
Now I’m ready X2
Now I’m ready to wrestle
For them bezels
Like daredevil
Remain connect like I’m server
It’s the Killa he gon bless ya
I’m freed
You watch and see
You won’t believe
A kid this fleek
Big head, big dreams
Big mouth I talk
So what get lost
Monday it’s raw
You watch the clock
Pick lock it gone
Lock on like Glock
Trigger triggers
I shine ain’t glitter
After sisters
After chickens
Off the hinges
Kitchen missions
Whip hard friction
It’s addiction
Ah
[Verse 2-K-i-ll-a SA]
(Sweet hate bitter
Haters bitter
They say fuck feels
I talk digits
I don’t linger
Straight up winner
Roll up
Bmer tinted)X2
It’s the hitman
Dig with fingers
Dig on bitches
Off the hinges
Gifted christmas
Keep your fitness
I am fearless
Mr Quickness
Ain’t a secret
I ain’t loud
They smoke loud
(This ain’t marriage but I vow
To keep pushing for my clout
Married hustle just got started)
Ye
(Verse 3-K-i-ll-a SA)
Liers f-em
They the threat
On my radar ouhh
Twerk it move it
Shake that ass to the tempo
Twerk that ass in a circle
Full me once that’s no no
Fool me twice n that’s no show
Flex Flex like an elbow/elbows
Bruh I’m finna get airborne
Ye
Murdered Nasty
I’m the Killa
Come and fight me
Your bitches like me
Don’t ignore me
I am silent
And I’m deadly
You watch and see
You won’t believe
A kid this fleek
Big head,big dreams
Big mouth I talk
So what get lost
Monday it’s raw
You watch the clock
Pick lock gone
Lock on Glock
Trigger triggers
I shine ain’t glitter
Look after your bitches
It’s December, it’s the trick or treat season
[Verse 4-K-i-ll-a SA]
Give me reasons not to take her
Ama pick her with my chauffeur
In the back seat having liquor
Pass the mixer, took a picture
Then I kissed her, she then gibber
I say shhh, your man ain’t here
Just come closer I’m your rover
I ain’t range that’s a shame
Got some models in my phone
Took a shot I done scored
Like my hormones I bring hype
Haters try
I just wipe
Like a nasty ugly stain
Let my reign, bring the rain
Don’t got ice
I’m lil Wayne without the chains
[Outro-K-i-ll-a SA]
Ye
Killa on the beat