Head Down
Young nigga In the streets
The pavement so cold
I stay moving with that heat
Oh Aye
I'll be damn I go down in da streets
Head down Like they ain't playing it for keeps
Lately I've been Out here
Getting it How I get it
And I move how I want
Making sure we all eating
All my dawgs
Know that we Gonna eat
Free all my niggas
From da nine to da P
We been taking to many L's
Life ain't sweet no
Big Draco Blow right thru
Yo seat quick
Or Hit em up lay em down 223
Wrap em up
Know These Niggas candy sweet
Make a call so many cars pull up
Them arms get too lifting
Looking like centipedes
Niggas know Im wit da set Off da P
Nigga punch yo ticket next
Nigga thought had me dead
But my niggas they was dead
All I see was red
Somebody else gotta die today
I put my feelings in my pocket
Rolling wit dat ratchet
Catch a nigga turn him to a pack
Pussy nigga got smoked dat day
Never switched Up I'm like Kobe
Put in work
Stay down wit da same team
Heard my name goin around
I gotta fan base
Only fans bitch
Fuck u n yo payments
Had dat pussy in da back
But I ain't say shit
Head down
Tryna hide my face
Dont show da pain
I'm lost feel like
I'm jogging in place
I'm waiting on da sign
Big Fu show me da way
Wat goes around
Come back around
Dats how da cycle was made
Two Bands on my neck
A nigga been had a check
I treat da streets like da gym
Cuz I'm flexing
Had a couple moves
Tucked Off da back end
Went Too da mountains
Had too bring da crops in
You know we not stopping dem dollars
Money never was a problem
We been poppin them bottles
Life a blessing
Caught a nigga dangling
Back Door open
Niggas put in work
You don't know me
I've been moving real low
I'm not da old me
Reminiscing about my nigga
Sippin potion
We got too many guns
You think we was an army
If it was really built like dat
Then why u talkin
You kno me n my niggas get down
No dike shit but keep dem straps
Big flame cuz we bicin them down
No paperwork
No we not pointing them out
No baseball
But we striking them out
We striking dem down
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Aye aye aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye
No dike shit but keep dem straps
Big flame cuz we bicin them down
No paperwork
No we not pointing them out
No baseball
But we striking them out
We striking dem down
Oh oh oh
Aye aye aye
Keep my head down
Imma go harder
Young nigga go harder
The pavement so cold
I stay moving with that heat
Oh Aye
I'll be damn I go down in da streets
Head down Like they ain't playing it for keeps
Lately I've been Out here
Getting it How I get it
And I move how I want
Making sure we all eating
All my dawgs
Know that we Gonna eat
Free all my niggas
From da nine to da P
We been taking to many L's
Life ain't sweet no
Big Draco Blow right thru
Yo seat quick
Or Hit em up lay em down 223
Wrap em up
Know These Niggas candy sweet
Make a call so many cars pull up
Them arms get too lifting
Looking like centipedes
Niggas know Im wit da set Off da P
Nigga punch yo ticket next
Nigga thought had me dead
But my niggas they was dead
All I see was red
Somebody else gotta die today
I put my feelings in my pocket
Rolling wit dat ratchet
Catch a nigga turn him to a pack
Pussy nigga got smoked dat day
Never switched Up I'm like Kobe
Put in work
Stay down wit da same team
Heard my name goin around
I gotta fan base
Only fans bitch
Fuck u n yo payments
Had dat pussy in da back
But I ain't say shit
Head down
Tryna hide my face
Dont show da pain
I'm lost feel like
I'm jogging in place
I'm waiting on da sign
Big Fu show me da way
Wat goes around
Come back around
Dats how da cycle was made
Two Bands on my neck
A nigga been had a check
I treat da streets like da gym
Cuz I'm flexing
Had a couple moves
Tucked Off da back end
Went Too da mountains
Had too bring da crops in
You know we not stopping dem dollars
Money never was a problem
We been poppin them bottles
Life a blessing
Caught a nigga dangling
Back Door open
Niggas put in work
You don't know me
I've been moving real low
I'm not da old me
Reminiscing about my nigga
Sippin potion
We got too many guns
You think we was an army
If it was really built like dat
Then why u talkin
You kno me n my niggas get down
No dike shit but keep dem straps
Big flame cuz we bicin them down
No paperwork
No we not pointing them out
No baseball
But we striking them out
We striking dem down
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Aye aye aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye
No dike shit but keep dem straps
Big flame cuz we bicin them down
No paperwork
No we not pointing them out
No baseball
But we striking them out
We striking dem down
Oh oh oh
Aye aye aye
Keep my head down
Imma go harder
Young nigga go harder
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Writer(s): Dionte Harris
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