Headache
She say I'm a low down aggravating dog ass Nigga
But if I don't come home I better keep my pistol
You know when they talking like that then that dick official
Got to watch my back keep my head on a swivel
I'm a N.O nigga I don't fear no nigga
Must be out your mental think I'm bouta tip toe with you
On the casamigo I'm just tryna link up with her
And this shit been easy to me since my bag got bigger
Hello?
These bitches trash ima take em out! (Ew)
Ain't nobody in my lane I'm ridin' on my paper route (hmm)
I'm running game, all these bitches do they go run they mouth (yea?)
Need a couple more commas na in my bank account (Helloo!)
My nigga totin
He rolling gas always loadin' (gas)
I ain't never foldin'
I need my whip candy coated (yum)
& my pockets bloated
Ride thru my city every block, you go see my poster (hello?)
These bitches hatin'
Ima pop up bitch just like a toaster
Had some la potnas that I trusted they turned to rodents (Ew)
I'm blowing up look at my schedule it ain't never open (never)
Really ouchea hustlin' everyday I'm tryna make my quota (cash)
Gotta keep dat paper in my pockets bitch its like a folder
She say I'm a low down aggravating dog ass Nigga
But if I don't come home I better keep my pistol
You know when they talking like that then that dick official
Got to watch my back keep my head on a swivel
I'm a N.O nigga I don't fear no nigga
Must be out your mental think I'm bouta tip toe with you
On the casamigo I'm just tryna link up with her
And this shit been easy to me since my bag got bigger
We blowing flavors, boy this brick a hot potato, Imma get it gone
& They know my number in my city like I'm mike Jones
How you go to telling on ya ppl boy ya know dead wrong
You ain't never got no money let's be real boy ya dead weight
They said I'm bouta to blow I need to detonate
She said I hit it right I'm worth the headache
I love it when she make that ass rotate
She say I'm a low down aggravating dog ass Nigga
But if I don't come home I better keep my pistol
You know when they talking like that then that dick official
Got to watch my back keep my head on a swivel
I'm a N.O nigga I don't fear no nigga
Must be out your mental think I'm bouta tip toe with you
On the casamigo I'm just tryna link up with her
And this shit been easy to me since my bag got bigger
But if I don't come home I better keep my pistol
You know when they talking like that then that dick official
Got to watch my back keep my head on a swivel
I'm a N.O nigga I don't fear no nigga
Must be out your mental think I'm bouta tip toe with you
On the casamigo I'm just tryna link up with her
And this shit been easy to me since my bag got bigger
Hello?
These bitches trash ima take em out! (Ew)
Ain't nobody in my lane I'm ridin' on my paper route (hmm)
I'm running game, all these bitches do they go run they mouth (yea?)
Need a couple more commas na in my bank account (Helloo!)
My nigga totin
He rolling gas always loadin' (gas)
I ain't never foldin'
I need my whip candy coated (yum)
& my pockets bloated
Ride thru my city every block, you go see my poster (hello?)
These bitches hatin'
Ima pop up bitch just like a toaster
Had some la potnas that I trusted they turned to rodents (Ew)
I'm blowing up look at my schedule it ain't never open (never)
Really ouchea hustlin' everyday I'm tryna make my quota (cash)
Gotta keep dat paper in my pockets bitch its like a folder
She say I'm a low down aggravating dog ass Nigga
But if I don't come home I better keep my pistol
You know when they talking like that then that dick official
Got to watch my back keep my head on a swivel
I'm a N.O nigga I don't fear no nigga
Must be out your mental think I'm bouta tip toe with you
On the casamigo I'm just tryna link up with her
And this shit been easy to me since my bag got bigger
We blowing flavors, boy this brick a hot potato, Imma get it gone
& They know my number in my city like I'm mike Jones
How you go to telling on ya ppl boy ya know dead wrong
You ain't never got no money let's be real boy ya dead weight
They said I'm bouta to blow I need to detonate
She said I hit it right I'm worth the headache
I love it when she make that ass rotate
She say I'm a low down aggravating dog ass Nigga
But if I don't come home I better keep my pistol
You know when they talking like that then that dick official
Got to watch my back keep my head on a swivel
I'm a N.O nigga I don't fear no nigga
Must be out your mental think I'm bouta tip toe with you
On the casamigo I'm just tryna link up with her
And this shit been easy to me since my bag got bigger
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Writer(s): Ariel Angelic Riley, Cam Cortez, Nathaniel Holden
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