Head Over Heels

Cha Ching ahhh
Fuck wrong with these niggas man
Is you stupid or dumb, which one?
Listen to yo momma
She told you leave that hoe alone

When I speak issa fact; I don't need you talk back
I just need you to listen and chill
Finna feed you some game cause I see you in pain
Told that nigga stop popping them pills
We be serving them thangs, you can't pull up and hang with us
We armed and dangerous yeah
All my niggas on point, even bullets on point
These cop killers a shoot through ya shield
I was fucking ya bitch
And you ain't even notice that whore wasn't keeping it real
Shit ain't nothing to brag but it's making me laugh
cause she went home to cuddle and build
Goofy nigga you stuck in ya feels
I was deep in her guts trying get off a nut
I got bitches head over heels
Bend that shit over, you know the drill

This a eggplant she don't want a dill
Lil pickle she can't even deal
Rolling up while she gave me the spill
Oo this nigga must wanna get killed
Keep on hitting my jack I can tell you a rat
Better hope I don't see you, you know issa wrap
Wouldn't wanna be ya, onomatopoeia, see ya senorita, on red issa stack
I'm a make em feel that I live what I rap
I'm the same person wherever I'm at
You a different person round people
And it don't even matter where y'all niggas at
MULAH riding round till the tires get flat
Really bout the business we not finna chat
Marciano shoot till yo body relax
Boom boom boom, boom, boom boom boom
Simple nigga should've listened to ya Momma (Haha)
That hoe Nee Nee, I can have her when I wanna (Haha)
Where I wanna, how I wanna, while I'm smoking Marijuana (Haha)
Take a whiff, he like what's that? that's that Al Paciani (Haha)
Smd faggot
You ain't getting no money, you look like a maggot
That shit you texting, but ain't bout the action
Stick to ya script probably make it in acting
On a white tee R.I.P is the caption
I'm a have to line this nigga like a fraction
Double M the Wizard, working my magic
Casting a spell lay you down in a casket

Stupid
You fuckin retarded
I ain't even gotta do it, but i'ma watch it though
Yeah
When i speak issa fact
When i speak issa fact
You know it's a wrap
Blatt

When I speak issa fact; I don't need you talk back
I just need you to listen and chill
Finna feed you some game cause I see you in pain
Told that nigga stop popping them pills
We be serving them thangs, you can't pull up and hang with us
We armed and dangerous yeah
All my niggas on point, even bullets on point
These cop killers a shoot through ya shield
I was fucking ya bitch
And you ain't even notice that whore wasn't keeping it real
Shit ain't nothing to brag but it's making me laugh
Cause she went home to cuddle and build
Goofy nigga you stuck in ya feels
I was deep in her guts trying get off a nut
I got bitches head over heels
Bend that shit over, you know the drill



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Writer(s): Niquel Word
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