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