Boi Mystery – HIT LIST

Boi Mystery – HIT LIST Lyrics

Artist: Boi Mystery
Song: HIT LIST

I was tryna be great, you was just tryna be ok
Hit list, i’m scrollin’ through, who am i gonna see today
She couldn’t pull through, back then, she comin’ with this money and fame
Girl i told you, go away

All of my trust, you betrayed
And i got backwood guts, in my tray
Bottles stacked up, on the table
I swear she lucifer, with a halo

I applied the pressure, she ran
Got an audemar up, on my hand
Tryna grab all my money, you just left some scratches on my pants
Ballin’ out every sunday, i feel like a super bowl champ

Blowin’ on all these cookies, i feel like i’m on another planet
I was tryna catch my tempo b#tch, why you gon’ f#ck mе up
I’m on the bench, still get assists, ion do nothin’, bruh
Shawty bеnd over, tryna get hit, i’m gonna buss you up

Chop-chop, cut you up
Give a f#ck ’bout what you want
I walk on the beat, i step real smooth
Just did a head count, my faces blue

Ten-toes down but i still made you move
New foreign whips, give me like two
Played your game but i made my rules
You didn’t wanna change your views

When i drop next, it’ll be news
Got this water on me like pools
I fathered all these kids, they wanna act o.g.,
You sellin’ all that mid, i got that pack on me

And i run to all the bands, just like an athlete
And i won’t share, i did this by myself, they mad at me
I was tryna be great, you was just tryna be ok
Hit list, i’m scrollin’ through, who am i gonna see today

She couldn’t pull through, back then, she comin’ with this money and fame
Girl i told you, go away
All of my trust, you betrayed
I was tryna be great, you was just tryna be ok

Hit list, i’m scrollin’ through, who am i gonna see today
She couldn’t pull through, back then, she comin’ with this money and fame
Girl i told you, go away
All of my trust, you betrayed

You gotta stay low, till you come up
I went back to my city, tryna run up my bucks
Shorty gimme one reason, ion give two f#cks
Put that boy on the budget, we just made the cut

Pullin’ up seven-deep, we testin’ your luck
Had a lot on the line, don’t lose my trust
If it’s like that, then it’s stayin’ like that
In the kayak, i got drip in the back

My swag, is so different than yours
Is it real, she feel it in her core
Run a milli, issa money galore
Infatuated, know your shorty adores

Why? her old man was a dork
Gettin’ lifted, i did not have a fork
Like a muslim, i do not f#ck with pork
Workin’ on it, gotta build a report

Make an empire, don’t wanna be poor
Like michelin tires, i’m finna explore
Cuz i’m gettin’ tired, this life sh#t is borin’
I wanna do more sh#t, but we can’t afford it

When i get the bag, i’ma build a fortress
Gotta stack up, get a safe full of assets
Put me in a book, my old-school style
Gave her an inch, she took a mile

Put him on the bench, he had a foul
They givin’ up, throw in the towel
Praisin’ the stakes, i’ma cash cow
He was a joke, just a class clown

I gave em the sauce, that’s a hand-me-down
Just hit the city, i’m with sammy now
We got the pack, smokin’ fanny now
I was tryna be great, you was just tryna be ok

Hit list, i’m scrollin’ through, who am i gonna see today
She couldn’t pull through, back then, she comin’ with this money and fame
Girl i told you, go away
All of my trust, you betrayed
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From the album:
I COULD DREAM FOREVER… [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021