“Hitman” featuring Roman Frescobar (Beat produced by Lexi Banks Music Group)
Blaine Cobak
3AM
(Intro)
It’s D
Yeayuuh
Alrighhht
Toniiiight
(Verse 1) - Blaine Cobak
Tonight
Let your mind take control
Let your body go loco
Tonight I’m McGwire with the pipe
With the stick, steroid
Tonight I’m Sammy Sosa
Whatchu know about me tho?
Preconceived notions
I’m on my recon, I’m ready dog
Man, I’m locked and loaded
The blunt is lit, so I’m smoking
Take another hit, off this potent
I rolled it, it’s a pearl
Like the middle letters of the word eARTh
Hope you don’t mind pain cause the truth hurts
Fvck mind games I geeya this D, I go to work
Like I’m spitting on them tracks I could pick it up rip it up
Know Thyself
Know thy worth
Or slow it down
Like I got this game on lock, play off flow, game seven
I’m all in, but right now, I need ya’ll attention
Damn I’m here to take the game
And I’m hot like a desert storm
So fvck with me or forget me, either way, you’ve been warned that
(Chorus)
If I take another hit, Ima lose control
(Hitman, Hitman)
If I take another sip, Ima hit the floor
(Hitman, I’m yo mothafvckn’ Hitman)
If I take another hit, Ima lose control
(It’s like this man, take another hit man
Like this man, take another hit man)
If I take another sip, Ima hit the floor
(Hitman, Hitman, I’m yo mothafvckn’ Hitman)
(Verse 2) - Blaine Cobak
H-H-H-Hola, Frescobar
Lemme tell these people just who we are
We be, ugh, elite
We ain’t wishing upon them superstars
I be, ugh, so elite
Catch me in e-SEALs, laxing in the lounge
Til I feel the need to
Spit the tracks, I’m ambidextrous, dyslexic
He, Who (Who He?) race car
Spell it
Like your girl, it goes both ways
I’m the realest
You ain’t gotta say it, cause I just said it
Just be you
Just be true
We on one, so we roll two
Munchies, achooo (sneeze)
Bless me with that soul food
I thought I told you
That we was rocking and rollin
Like its 3AM in the morning
Eyes barely open
Eyes closing, but I’m flowing, she driving
You know I’m riding shot gun (shotgun)
L riding, time cruising, finna get some top gun (top gun)
Five-Oh, Police, marijuana clouds
I’m go get that shine, inside, your woman
So much brain, she lost her mind
Better run cause I’m coming
Cause just when you thought this game was over
I push over time
(Chorus)
If I take another hit, Ima lose control
(Hitman, Hitman)
If I take another sip, Ima hit the floor
(Hitman, I’m yo mothafvckn’ Hitman)
If I take another hit, Ima lose control
(It’s like this man, take another hit man
Like this man, take another hit man)
If I take another sip, Ima hit the floor
(Hitman, Hitman, I’m yo mothafvckn’ Hitman)
(Verse 3) - Roman Frescobar
Reporting live, steady high
Suffering from good vibes
Third eye wide
Never ma doubt
You see that money mountain
All we do is climb
Wake up, want it all, give it time
I want his and yours, nigga gimme mine
Tell my chick go, listen to the lame niggas
#WhenItsReady I’ll have some shit at the finish line
(HaHa)
Niggas know me, I don’t give a fvck cause I’m always on my fvcking job
Hit the town, with my day ones
Real niggas do shit, all we wanna do is Mob
(Get Litt)
I don’t give a fact man
(Get paid)
Yeah I’m on my shit man
(Mob)
At the same, I’m bugging out, cause niggas need a grip man
Bout to win it all like Melo on the Knicks man
You know me, Lieutenant Litt man
I don’t give a five (high five)
Niggas like what
Who the fvck is that
Who the fvck is this man
Why he talking, Why he fvckin bleakin
At the same time, niggas see me when when I’m tweaking
Waking up Litt nigga, with bad bitches nigga
I don’t give a fvck nigga like it’s the weekend
(Chorus)
If I take another hit, Ima lose control
(Hitman, Hitman)
If I take another sip, Ima hit the floor
(Hitman, I’m yo mothafvckn’ Hitman)
If I take another hit, Ima lose control
(It’s like this man, take another hit man
Like this man, take another hit man)
If I take another sip, Ima hit the floor
(Hitman, Hitman, I’m yo mothafvckn’ Hitman)
