Wiess - Mr. Hitter Lyrics

How's it feel getting picked on by a fruity f*ck?
Green is like my veggies, all you vegans made to suck my nuts
On the hunt and I'm just looking for a couple bucks
Hunting down the dough, no not the deer that's in the f*cking brush
You talking shit but then looked flushed when I see you out the corner of my eye
And suggest we that discuss
Now you ain't that tough, all the sudden it's all love
Guess a bitch'll do what a pussy always does
Snatching pussies like the motherf*cking president
Get me fired up and you gon see me in my element
Bitch I'm banging at the door, you gon have to let us in
Rude up in this booth, contain the heat could call me insolent
Whatchu saying, what you think that we ain't different?
Maybe that'd true if I had so many dumbass opinions
Moo you cowardly bitch, you don't want this beef better stick with the chicken
All that matters are the things we can remember
I'll go down having lived a life that's led by what I treasure
All that matters are the things we can recall
Like in a room a ten tens I could probably f*ck em all
That's what I call a legacy
Yeah my life is astonishing
I must profess it's like ecstasy
Only success I expect to see
Never knew a hoe not obsessed with me, down for undressing me
Oh you wonder what's next for me?
Stacking more bands than a label, the fam'll get fed from me
FPS, I'm the first one who's shooting my shot
FPS, cover more ground than crops
FPS, when I'm shooting with thots
Like the frames in a doorway, it's foreplay in 4K on god!
On god?
Well shit I don't believe
I put all my faith in the greatness in me
You speak like you're hard in the streets
That's a stretch, bitch you reach more than Reed
Go choke on a Richard, deserve to get sued
Things looking Grimm you'll get torched by the truth
I'm Patrick, a star
Killing it more than Bateman
McDreamy like Dempsey, as if you're my patient
Real as they come but you fake like McBacon
Uh huh yeah I'm loving it while you're all hating
This a warning shot
Mr. Hitter hit the spot
Do it for the plot
Never end up getting got
This a warning shot
Mr. Hitter hit the spot
Do it for the plot
Never end up getting got
Didn't think that I was capable
Red cape like Superman, I can't escape the bull
While you were catching Z's and counting sheep I was chasing after cheese, sheer them bitches sell em cheap
Yeah I'm stronger every day but you're looking hella week
Yeah the world is f*cking hours and I minute when I speak
I'll always be first but you're not even second
Watch me wind up my hands and get reckless, bitch
Been at it for years yeah I'm far from a debutant
I move in strides, my real name is Aragon
So much more left to write, could make an hour song
Snapping like centers J. Kelce I'm going off
Freaky fresh, call me Jimmy John
Nothing less, than what my city want
What you want more? I can do that
Boutta eat it up, where the food at?
Smacking the shit outta all those who talking it
Conquer whose left and ride off with a gothic bitch
Can't ride my wave yeah they tried and they drowned son
Already made an award winning album
Tricked out like Ollie Queen I'll make you quiver (Yeah) Draw in a smile I always deliver
(Yeah) Press-check and dump, I ain't been no beginner
(Yeah) Don't miss my shot, why I'm called Mr. Hitter
This a warning shot
Mr. Hitter hit the spot
Do it for the plot
Do it for the plot