Bust Yuh Head
She think I love her I don't love my mom
Live grimy, live dirty you ain't heard that song
Lights flicker, dumb nigga you strapped to a bomb
Give me 50 milli and titties or you'll be with Saddam
I'll bust your head boy
I'll bust your head boy
I'll bust your head boy
I'll bust your head boy
She think we married but it's mind control
These niggas know what type of time I'm on
Big racks, big cash
Need it now, get it fast
Multiply it, do the math
Subtract these niggas it's PEMDAS
Then spit about it on a track sounding marvelous
You say your life a movie nigga but we all lived it
I ain't in the trap shit I'm at your momma crib
Hold her soul for ransom, dick inside her daughter rib
I hold a séance make the damn ghost afraid of me
Ask him bout the devil, nigga ain't got shit on me
In the chaos I'm a god
Pray for fire cause alarms
In the silence doing dirt
How you want it? Do the works
Light him up and leave him burnt
I love the lord but some times I feel like I love me more
Forgive me for my sins, send a prayer out before I do it all again
She think I love her I don't love my mom
Live grimy, live dirty you ain't heard that song
Lights flicker, dumb nigga you strapped to a bomb
Give me 50 milli and titties or you'll be with Saddam
I'll bust your head boy
I'll bust your head boy
I'll bust your head boy
I'll bust your head boy
Live grimy, live dirty you ain't heard that song
Lights flicker, dumb nigga you strapped to a bomb
Give me 50 milli and titties or you'll be with Saddam
I'll bust your head boy
I'll bust your head boy
I'll bust your head boy
I'll bust your head boy
She think we married but it's mind control
These niggas know what type of time I'm on
Big racks, big cash
Need it now, get it fast
Multiply it, do the math
Subtract these niggas it's PEMDAS
Then spit about it on a track sounding marvelous
You say your life a movie nigga but we all lived it
I ain't in the trap shit I'm at your momma crib
Hold her soul for ransom, dick inside her daughter rib
I hold a séance make the damn ghost afraid of me
Ask him bout the devil, nigga ain't got shit on me
In the chaos I'm a god
Pray for fire cause alarms
In the silence doing dirt
How you want it? Do the works
Light him up and leave him burnt
I love the lord but some times I feel like I love me more
Forgive me for my sins, send a prayer out before I do it all again
She think I love her I don't love my mom
Live grimy, live dirty you ain't heard that song
Lights flicker, dumb nigga you strapped to a bomb
Give me 50 milli and titties or you'll be with Saddam
I'll bust your head boy
I'll bust your head boy
I'll bust your head boy
I'll bust your head boy
Credits
Writer(s): Khalil Howe
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