Head$hot! (with Trippie Redd)

(They gon' fuck with this one, Will)
Baow! Baow! Speed (gang)
(Sensei, I hate you)
(Oh, my God, KA$H)

W-w-when them streetlights on, boy, don't come on my block
He-he-he was talkin' hot, he got some bullets from this Glock (fah-fah-fah)
Mister post up pourin' fours inside my soda pop
Feel like Dope As Yola, I just smoke my opps then let y'all watch
Took advantage of that TikTok, now I'm goin' up, just check the stocks

That's an opp, headshot, body shot
I gotta go, can't be a shot
In the car, spin the block
Now I'm at my shawty spot, told her, "Come over, give me slop"

My main bitch on emo, she did Paz in the cathedral
I'm too fly just like an eagle
The niggas I'm with be evil
Anybody, cannot fuck with people
'Cause my shooters really lethal
Smokin' good gas, diesel
Pass the work, I thread the needle

You can't hang around my people 'less you got somethin' illegal
Baby, we can make a movie and go rewatch it at Regal
None of these niggas want smoke for real
Tough on the 'net til you get killed
I make music money, now I'm not the one who be on drills

Because I got shit to lose, and I know you cannot relate
I put my partners in position, everybody got a plate
We shippin' packs to state, to state
I wake up and stuff an eighth
She too fond over my J, I go to school after I face (gang)

Smoke in the air, yeah, in the air
Pu-pu-put 'em in the ground, but his soul in the air
We gon' wipe his whole gang out, man, this shit ain't fair
Fe-fe-feelin' like a villain when I'm chillin' in the lair
Pull up in that damn Demon shinin' like a chandelier
With that Kel-Tec, bitch, I'm 1400, start a real mess
We got more bodies than the real death, yeah
We got more bodies than the real death, yeah

W-w-when them streetlights on, boy, don't come on my block
He-he-he was talkin' hot, he got some bullets from this Glock (fah-fah-fah)
Mister post up pourin' fours inside my soda pop
Feel like Dope As Yola, I just smoke my opps then let y'all watch
Took advantage of the TikTok, now I'm goin' up, just check the stock

That's an opp, headshot, body shot
I gotta go, can't be a shot
In the car, spin the block
Now I'm at my shawty spot, told her, "Come over, give me slop"



Credits
Writer(s): David Wallace, Will Taylor, Tywonn Within
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