Headtops
Boy I'm aiming at your head top
One hit'll make your head rock
Nigga you don't want these problems
Leave your ass on the pavement
I'm in a nascar racing
Screaming out fuck opps
Boy I'm aiming at your head top
One hit'll make your head rock
Nigga you don't want these problems
Leave your ass on the pavement
I'm in a nascar racing
Screaming out fuck opps
Aim it at your head top
So you mights well call Deadshot
Like Lil Wayne I get the block hot
Come thru in a drop top
All white like it's crack rock
I'm from the city of haves and the I ain't ever have knots
In my pocket
But I still had the Hilfiger wallet
And now I got some pretty thick bitches watching
I can take a nigga bitch make her my side bitch
Who this on my main line, that keep calling
I'm like where my money at why you stalling
Once I start to ball Imma run it up
Tell my ex I'm done with her
Hit up Dr. Caves and be sure to throw this money up
Money on my mind and they thinking that I change
Penny for your thoughts
Imma always stay the same
Bad Taste Tay and I'm stuck in my ways
Throwing salt on my name
But I'm on a money chase
Boy I'm aiming at your head top
One hit'll make your head rock
Nigga you don't want these problems
Leave your ass on the pavement
I'm in a nascar racing
Screaming out fuck opps
Boy I'm aiming at your head top
One hit'll make your head rock
Nigga you don't want these problems
Leave your ass on the pavement
I'm in a nascar racing
Screaming out fuck opps
Cause we aim it at your head top
I swear to God I seen his dread drop
I be dead wrong with a ski mask
Speed past
Last night was crazy need a recap
Relax
You ain't on point you should've seen that
Ay, and don't be lying to me
Out here with the opps
But then keep screaming you gon slide for me
Caught up in that scamming
Ain't nobody got that time for me
I can't trust no nigga that's gon leave behind his family
Like how we turn to enemies
That fuck snake nigga no kin to me
I was in the hole my only brother never answered me
Like why he trying to damage me
My grip to tight no fear in me
I don't really think they hearing me
I was in the trap no scaring me
Boy I'm aiming at your head top
One hit'll make your head rock
Nigga you don't want these problems
Leave your ass on the pavement
I'm in a nascar racing
Screaming out fuck opps
Boy I'm aiming at your head top
One hit'll make your head rock
Nigga you don't want these problems
Leave your ass on the pavement
I'm in a nascar racing
Screaming out fuck opps
Boy I'm aiming at your head top
One hit'll make your head rock
Nigga you don't want these problems
Leave your ass on the pavement
I'm in a nascar racing
Screaming out fuck opps
Aim it at your head top
So you mights well call Deadshot
Like Lil Wayne I get the block hot
Come thru in a drop top
All white like it's crack rock
I'm from the city of haves and the I ain't ever have knots
In my pocket
But I still had the Hilfiger wallet
And now I got some pretty thick bitches watching
I can take a nigga bitch make her my side bitch
Who this on my main line, that keep calling
I'm like where my money at why you stalling
Once I start to ball Imma run it up
Tell my ex I'm done with her
Hit up Dr. Caves and be sure to throw this money up
Money on my mind and they thinking that I change
Penny for your thoughts
Imma always stay the same
Bad Taste Tay and I'm stuck in my ways
Throwing salt on my name
But I'm on a money chase
Boy I'm aiming at your head top
One hit'll make your head rock
Nigga you don't want these problems
Leave your ass on the pavement
I'm in a nascar racing
Screaming out fuck opps
Boy I'm aiming at your head top
One hit'll make your head rock
Nigga you don't want these problems
Leave your ass on the pavement
I'm in a nascar racing
Screaming out fuck opps
Cause we aim it at your head top
I swear to God I seen his dread drop
I be dead wrong with a ski mask
Speed past
Last night was crazy need a recap
Relax
You ain't on point you should've seen that
Ay, and don't be lying to me
Out here with the opps
But then keep screaming you gon slide for me
Caught up in that scamming
Ain't nobody got that time for me
I can't trust no nigga that's gon leave behind his family
Like how we turn to enemies
That fuck snake nigga no kin to me
I was in the hole my only brother never answered me
Like why he trying to damage me
My grip to tight no fear in me
I don't really think they hearing me
I was in the trap no scaring me
Boy I'm aiming at your head top
One hit'll make your head rock
Nigga you don't want these problems
Leave your ass on the pavement
I'm in a nascar racing
Screaming out fuck opps
Boy I'm aiming at your head top
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Writer(s): Kiara Combs
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