Post Plain Target [Bonus]

[Intro]

Yeah. Aye Hitman just got a soundcloud

I got my nigga Jet in here with me, man

We on that post plain target shit

I'm on that post plain target

Aiming at that ass like bitches shopping at Target

Eat that pussy up and take that ass right off the market

Yeah, she'll never wanna depart with

(Hitman)

Hitman beat it up, shit get loud sound like we arguing

Hotter than myself, baby we speaking in arsonist

My arsenal, bitches in my account depositing

That's a Wrekless turn up, we living with no consequence

All on my InstaGram, girl don't make it obvious

That we sexing each other until we losing consciousness

I should've never got her started, ain't no stopping us

But there will be no cuffing 'round here, ain't no cop in us

In God we trust, but there's no one hot as us

Real recognize real, you look like a lie to us

Fake hanging with the fake, fake niggas hate

That's yo' chick? Watch her leave the club look like she got raped

No disrespect, just wanna cake like it's my birthday

She basically wet because I'm thirsty

First thing, I'mma get it in, she said don't hurt me

Just work me, last year you were such a jerk to me

Roll up my two swigity swishers

'Bout to run that threesome with a twin and her sister

I'm yo' I'm yo muhh fuckin' mister

Yo muhhfuckin' river

Hitman a muhhfuckin' piffer

Smoking weed, just dropped a freestyle

Cause I ain't got no more write rap in my iPod

Niggas lookin' quite odd

Yeah, oh my muhhfuckin' God

Oh my muhhfuckin' weed in my muhhfuckin' jacket pocket

Finna light that shit up, know I really rocket

Two muhhfuckin' chains, not on my neck

Two muhhfuckin' chains in my CD collection

Yeah, rolling on that

I be rollin' on that molly

Yeah, yo' bitch just popped a molly too

And you know how that gon' end

Hitman nigga

Hitman.. I see you nigga

This shit don't get old

Shout out my crew, nigga Wrekless