[Intro]
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)

[Chorus]
My hitman lookin' like Adolf
My hitman lookin' like Adolf (Slimeball)
My hitman lookin' like Adolf
My hitman lookin' like Adolf

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, the drum is a 808 and it's sittin' on the bottom of a 308 (Huh?)
I don't really know how to argue, but you know I eat beef
I'ma kill an altercation (Keed, talk to 'em)

[Verse]
Yeah, I'm drippin', I stunt on these motherfuckers
All this jewelry, I can't hide from your baby mother
She a real headhunter, she eat the rubber
Tote my Cuban links on me, my neck is cluttered
Told my daughter, "Don't worry, you know you covered"
She be jumpin' on the bed with the Fendi covers
I got rid of them boys who ain't really love me
No, you can't call 'bout your fuckin' money
Yeah, I'm too blessed for 'em, so I went and got rich
I got the Rolls truck, yeah, the Cullinan
Yeah, when I feel like I can pee on the bitch
Yeah, they know I'm as hot as it get
I'm hot as a brick, came from the bricks
Yeah, if a rat n***a diss, then he get hit with that stick
It'll be more than a war that you spit
Why these n***as be hatin' on this shit?
They know I'm the top of the list
Yeah, I put the hood on my back, then went and took me a risk
Three-sixty-five, how many times a young n***a changed up the wrist?
Yeah, I can't even count how many times you came right back to my dick (Okay, let's go)
[Chorus]
My hitman lookin' like Adolf
My hitman lookin' like Adolf (Slimeball)
My hitman lookin' like Adolf
My hitman lookin' like Adolf

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, the drum is a 808 and it's sittin' on the bottom of a 308 (Huh?)
I don't really know how to argue, but you know I eat beef
I'ma kill an altercation (Keed, talk to 'em)

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
My hitman lookin' like Adolf
My hitman lookin' like Adolf (Slimeball)
My hitman lookin' like Adolf
My hitman lookin' like Adolf

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, the drum is a 808 and it's sittin' on the bottom of a 308 (Huh?)
I don't really know how to argue, but you know I eat beef
I'ma kill an altercation