King Louie - Sloppy Hitta lyrics

[Intro] Victim's information? Last name is Johnson. First name is Louis, L-O-U-I-S. Male, Black. And he's 27, I believe. Birthday is 27 December 87 [Verse 1] Talking to my car, I tell it change the station n***as ain't get rid of me, they mad, they pacing Smoking out the pound, we don't pa**, we face it I just bought my Yeezys, I don't have to lace ‘em These n***as ain't k**ers, they some silly b**hes Shot me seven times and still ain't k** me b**hes? Wait, turn this sh** up, I know you feel me b**hes I told god if I survive I'm gon' buck up Ay DJ Shon, I got you, you gon' turn the club up Selena told me don't give up, they need you brother I f** with crackers, dealers, drilllers, them my brothers I'm so glad my mom and dad didn't use a rubber Bout to f** a check up, call that unprotected s**, Tony resurrect Hot body, Tony god body, got your broad [?] Streets mine, f** your peace sign, keep your piece nine Bulletproof, Teflon Don, tell ‘em keep tryin' [Hook] Sloppy hitta, thought you got me n***a You are not a k**er All them f*ggots, they need target practice Can't give god a casket Seven times, shot me seven times I ain't good at dying I know they mad, Tony's toe ain't tagged Time to check a bag f** you b**h, should've never missed Now I'm better b**h f** you b**h, should've finished it Now I'm better b**h f** you b**h, should've never missed Now I'm better b**h f** you b**h, should've finished it Now I'm better b**h [Verse 2] So real they can't feel me, s**ers can't k** me All of y'all broke a** need to be healing All I do is get money, f** b**hes Got shot a few times, I ain't need no stitches Police asking questions, b**h we ain't no snitches Tried to wrap a n***a up but I still seen Christmas And I still seen my b-day, 27 was a g-day Slowed me down, slight delay Angels with me every day n***as hate, I just be great Still I rise, sun on new day Can't hide, peek-a-boo, hey! All black bouquet New MAC, new K Shoot scenes, Blu-Ray Shawties go too cray Do whatever Lou say Shots of the D'usse Toast to my new ways Chiraq is bullsh** Wake up, school days 4AM, move days They tried to take me out but they didn't Goofy, I got something to say [Hook] Sloppy hitta, thought you got me n***a You are not a k**er All them f*ggots, they need target practice Can't give god a casket Seven times, shot me seven times I ain't good at dying I know they mad, Tony's toe ain't tagged Time to check a bag f** you b**h, should've never missed Now I'm better b**h f** you b**h, should've finished it Now I'm better b**h f** you b**h, should've never missed Now I'm better b**h f** you b**h, should've finished it Now I'm better b**h