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King Von - HitMan (Official Visualizer)
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Von
King Von
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dayvon Bennett
Dayvon Bennett
Songwriter
Desmond Darrel Jackson
Desmond Darrel Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe La Porta
Joe La Porta
Mastering Engineer
Chopsquad DJ
Chopsquad DJ
Producer

Letra

(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) They call that boy hitman (huh?), mission complete He runnin' up, hittin' his target (boom, boom, boom, boom) He gettin' up close, turn that boy to a ghost (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) He should be labelled a marksman He set his whole block on fire like arson (grrah, grrah) So don't tryna be Clark Kent (nah) Green beam on the glock, call it kryptonite (huh?) Three hundred, but he's not a Spartan (boom, boom) They call that boy hitman (what?), mission complete He runnin' up, hittin' his target (boom, boom) He gettin' up close (huh?), turn that boy to a ghost He should be labelled a marksman (yeah, yeah) He set his whole block on fire like arson (grrah, grrah) So don't tryna be Clark Kent (come here) Green beam on the glock, call it kryptonite (huh?) Three-hundred, but he's not a Spartan (boom, boom) They call that boy hitman See, I'm in the streets, and they in the way like a speed hump (boom, drill) I jumped off that porch and started smokin' shit (boom) Keep a stick on me like a tree trunk (boom, boom) I been drillin' shit for a long time (long time) I turned this shit into a hobby, nigga (uh-huh) He was tryna make it to the NBA (what?) And I was tryna catch me a body, nigga (boom, boom, boom) Coolin' with gang and some older niggas, they was showin' me how to move (how to move) Catch me on the block, totin' mops to slide on the opps when I'm not at school Lurk and caught a nigga, then I rocked his ass (slide, ride) By the third shot, hollows dropped his ass (boom, boom) I stood over him and then I sparked his ass They done ran, take the brown box his ass (yeah, yeah, yeah) Like, what's up now? He should never lacked with his goofy ass (nah) They done came back and tried to slide for 'em (bitch ass nigga) But they missed, what the fuck was they shootin' at? (Huh?) I be shootin' them niggas, ain't shootin' back (boom) He ain't movin', I think he in cardiac (boom, boom) Got some niggas locked up in Pontiac Take the soul out his chest, he ain't comin' back (boom, boom) They call that boy hitman (huh?), mission complete He runnin' up, hittin' his target (boom, boom, boom, boom) He gettin' up close, turn that boy to a ghost (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) He should be labelled a marksman He set his whole block on fire like arson (grrah, grrah) So don't tryna be Clark Kent (nah) Green beam on the glock, call it kryptonite (huh?) Three hundred, but he's not a Spartan (boom, boom) They call that boy hitman (what?), mission complete He runnin' up, hittin' his target (boom, boom) He gettin' up close (huh?), turn that boy to a ghost He should be labelled a marksman (yeah, yeah) He set his whole block on fire like arson (grrah, grrah) So don't tryna be Clark Kent (come here) Green beam on the Glock, call it kryptonite (huh?) Three-hundred, but he's not a Spartan (boom, boom) They call that boy hitman
Writer(s): Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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