Fire Headys
I got headies comin' down I got headies comin' down
I got headies comin' down Fire headies, fire shit, fire shit
I got headies comin' down I got headies comin' down
Down, down Fire headies comin' down
I got fire headies on my, on my phone right now
Ching, ching, ring, ring, you hear that money on my phone
Oh cheap ass, niggas, they be hatin' cause I'm on
None of my niggas died to opps, that's why I don't do friends
You upping yesterday's pape, I need new bands
Niggas out here tellin' on they mans, boy, I'll be damned
Servin' fire meds through your city, I'm the G-man
Trapping ' 24-7 a.m. to the p.m
Riding' round with a bad bitch from Costa Rica
I get bad, I'm the real stasher,, you need to re up
I could lose it all and make it back just off of these drugs
Ain't nobody thinkin' about me, only hit my phone for these drugs
I can't lack no where, every rip, you know I keep gun
You know I grip on cutter, a slimy motherfucker
Like a bad school kid, play with my money, you in trouble
I can make this shit double, I can make this shit bubble
You gotta take the risk if you tryna touch this money
Man this shit get real, man, this shit is not a game
Niggas upping throw back money, I just stashed another play
You could find me outta shore, you could find me at the Stu
I just made this new money off this old residue
Certain niggas ain't built for this shit, they couldn't stand in my shoes
And only lord knows how much I made off these blues
I can't cap rap, speak what I know up in the booth
Dude told on his mans, got in that room and told the truth
Niggas out here weird as fuck, that's why I always play it cool
Ain't known as the handyman, but I always keep my tool
Hit the road and come back with some new raps
Then made a couple fuckin' thousand offs from Za packs
The kids askin', how you get your money, how you do that
Stash it up, can't say too much, boy, I just rap
Uh, yeah, I rap dog shit
Stuffin' G's in the Pyrex, what you call this
Bad foreign, bitch, yeah, I got it on my call list
Ain't no NBA, we YSN and we still ballin
Nigga, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
YSN, 720, be the gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
YSN, 720, be the gang
I got headies comin' down Fire headies, fire shit, fire shit
I got headies comin' down I got headies comin' down
Down, down Fire headies comin' down
I got fire headies on my, on my phone right now
Ching, ching, ring, ring, you hear that money on my phone
Oh cheap ass, niggas, they be hatin' cause I'm on
None of my niggas died to opps, that's why I don't do friends
You upping yesterday's pape, I need new bands
Niggas out here tellin' on they mans, boy, I'll be damned
Servin' fire meds through your city, I'm the G-man
Trapping ' 24-7 a.m. to the p.m
Riding' round with a bad bitch from Costa Rica
I get bad, I'm the real stasher,, you need to re up
I could lose it all and make it back just off of these drugs
Ain't nobody thinkin' about me, only hit my phone for these drugs
I can't lack no where, every rip, you know I keep gun
You know I grip on cutter, a slimy motherfucker
Like a bad school kid, play with my money, you in trouble
I can make this shit double, I can make this shit bubble
You gotta take the risk if you tryna touch this money
Man this shit get real, man, this shit is not a game
Niggas upping throw back money, I just stashed another play
You could find me outta shore, you could find me at the Stu
I just made this new money off this old residue
Certain niggas ain't built for this shit, they couldn't stand in my shoes
And only lord knows how much I made off these blues
I can't cap rap, speak what I know up in the booth
Dude told on his mans, got in that room and told the truth
Niggas out here weird as fuck, that's why I always play it cool
Ain't known as the handyman, but I always keep my tool
Hit the road and come back with some new raps
Then made a couple fuckin' thousand offs from Za packs
The kids askin', how you get your money, how you do that
Stash it up, can't say too much, boy, I just rap
Uh, yeah, I rap dog shit
Stuffin' G's in the Pyrex, what you call this
Bad foreign, bitch, yeah, I got it on my call list
Ain't no NBA, we YSN and we still ballin
Nigga, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
YSN, 720, be the gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
YSN, 720, be the gang
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Writer(s): Jamison Long
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