Hitman

He said he got a suit like John Wick I'm like a hitman, a dread-headed savage

Bloodstains in your palace, you a high risk target

Give your body frame a part from the graze of the bullet

You a million dollar hit with no number one hit

You bout to die over this, now I'm mad like a pit

Silencers on the glocks, ass kicker on my back

Sniper rifle on my shoulder, bodyguards are like boulders

But I fold them up, put their names in my folders

Not to mention that I bring the plan completely sober

Betting with me, trying to raise the stakes like poker

But forget that, we playing Texas Hold'em Bitch, you brought dice and tried to roll them