Artist: Lil Wayne
Mixtape: Velvet Sessions
Year: 2018
[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
Lord, I think I need a hitman
Tell Biggie I’m a big fan
Ooh my pockets on Biggie Smallz
And your pockets on stickman
Uh, I just came from the gun store
Yeah, I swear I spent about 10 grand
I have your family wearing black clothes
And your homies wearing shit bags, uh
Lord, I think I need a hitman
We ’bout to go kidnap a rich man
If he don’t give it up we chop him up
And send his body parts to his house gift-wrapped
Lord, I think I need a hit man
To put a hit out on the big man
As you can see I got big plans
Big plans to be the big man
Lord, I think I need a hit man
Cause I can’t trust the next man
Lord, I thank you for my weed man
But right now we playing phone tag
I’m doing 40 down the boulevard, ayy
With my homie that’s gon’ take the charge, ayy
He got the Tommy and I got the Mac
And on your head, they’ve got a contract, uh
Lord, I thank you for my hitman
And tell Pac I’m a big fan
I sing “Dear Mama” to my dear mama
And sing “Hit ‘Em Up” to my daddy bitch-ass, ooh
Police pull up, swallow the evidence, hey
Then walk off like George Jefferson, hey
Its Tunechi baby, I’m a scumbag
And I’m priceless plus tax, ooh
Lord, I thank you for these bricks man, ooh
I got ’em scratching, that’s a skin rash, hey
Don’t get high off your own supply, ohh
But I gotta try before I buy, woo
I buss back and put that bitch in drive, ooh
Then circle back and make sure them niggas die, ooh
I’m hot and spicy with this Choppa nigga
I put it to your ear and BAP, eavesdrop a nigga
Lord, I think I need a hitman
Tell Pimp C I’m a big fan
Uh, pockets on Vin Diesel, pockets on Riff Raff
Niggas faker than witch-craft, I split a nigga in half
These lil’ boys they look up to me, hey I put the G on Giraffe
Lord, I thank you for my hitman
But we need to hit a lick man
Cause my girl want some implants
Lord, I think the bitch a Kim fan, woo
Doing 40 down the boulevard, ayy
I told shawty she gon’ take the charge, ayy
She said: “it’s nothing boy, I got your back”
Because these other niggas copycats
Lord, I think I need a hitman, oh
This for all my fans that been fans, yeah
I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry
I’m so sorry for the wait like slim-fast
I stick MDMA up a bitch ass, AT&T, Ass Tongue & Tit man
Shoot the car, brains splash on the tint tag
He zig-zag then crash, ooh whiplash
Lord, I thank you for my hitman, ooh
Lord, I been a Soulja Slim fan, ooh
Pockets on Mack Maine, nigga your pockets on stickman
Mannnn
Mannnnn aha
Lord, I thank you for my hitman
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