Seen a Heady (feat. YSN TM)
Crackin' all day, nigga
Nigga, I seen a headie, where he at, where he go
Where y'all plug, lil' nigga, man, I'm tryna buy the stuff
Tammy, Tisha, Miley, Cassandra
I been shittin' on these niggas, I ain't gotta wear a pamper
She tryna suck me, out my ethikas, cause she don't fuck with Hanes
She tryna fuck with me, left her up, nigga, cause he lame
Gelato, smokin' out the pound, fire zips, they around
This nigga tryna swipe my headie, I gotta knock this nigga down
Mmm, knock him down, knock him down, where my headies at
Mmm, I fell in love with the G's, but I want Betty back
Fifteen dollar 8ths, niggas out here sellin' petty pack
Me and twin Breakin' drywall, like we're Machete at
Beap beap in a stoley, nigga, askin' where his Chevy at
I'm in here talkin' to the plug, tryna find out where the heavy at I got 10' heads lined up, back up in the alley
Poppin' opioids, I'm with my white girl, her name Sally
Chill out, twin its on
Man, you be trippin' on my niggas, though
Oh, yeah, hold on, hold on
Ayy, where my phone at, where my, where my
Where my phone at? I got some more drugs
Boy, I'll shoot your face off if you mean mug
Sally, Jake, Bobby, and Selena
Had to tell him slow that striker down to sip his lean, cup
But he ain't never hopped up in that car, he make it seem tough
Boy, we hot, catch your ass in public, say some mean stuff
So what you want that dog or that motherfuckin' weed, cuz
So many niggas wanna kill them off, they tryna team up
Step back, comin' off my hip, watch how that beam touch
Hit a nigga right up in his top, give him a clean cut
A top dog, a bully, lil' nigga, I got my Glock on me
He said, what? It's time to go, we spent the block on
Can't catch him, catch the lil' dog, we put the top on
I cannot tote no regular gun, I put a F on it
Act like he ain't goin', ain't no question, put my bitch on him
Bae set that shit up, at that weed, that shit suck
You see me up that damn chop, your best solution is to duck
Hit her, kick her out the crib, tell her, baby, get your stuff
Don't be nice when you fuck me, baby, ride me like a slut
If you M.O.B., or Y.S.N, throw it up, gang
Nigga, I seen a headie, where he at, where he go
Where y'all plug, lil' nigga, man, I'm tryna buy the stuff
Tammy, Tisha, Miley, Cassandra
I been shittin' on these niggas, I ain't gotta wear a pamper
She tryna suck me, out my ethikas, cause she don't fuck with Hanes
She tryna fuck with me, left her up, nigga, cause he lame
Gelato, smokin' out the pound, fire zips, they around
This nigga tryna swipe my headie, I gotta knock this nigga down
Mmm, knock him down, knock him down, where my headies at
Mmm, I fell in love with the G's, but I want Betty back
Fifteen dollar 8ths, niggas out here sellin' petty pack
Me and twin Breakin' drywall, like we're Machete at
Beap beap in a stoley, nigga, askin' where his Chevy at
I'm in here talkin' to the plug, tryna find out where the heavy at I got 10' heads lined up, back up in the alley
Poppin' opioids, I'm with my white girl, her name Sally
Chill out, twin its on
Man, you be trippin' on my niggas, though
Oh, yeah, hold on, hold on
Ayy, where my phone at, where my, where my
Where my phone at? I got some more drugs
Boy, I'll shoot your face off if you mean mug
Sally, Jake, Bobby, and Selena
Had to tell him slow that striker down to sip his lean, cup
But he ain't never hopped up in that car, he make it seem tough
Boy, we hot, catch your ass in public, say some mean stuff
So what you want that dog or that motherfuckin' weed, cuz
So many niggas wanna kill them off, they tryna team up
Step back, comin' off my hip, watch how that beam touch
Hit a nigga right up in his top, give him a clean cut
A top dog, a bully, lil' nigga, I got my Glock on me
He said, what? It's time to go, we spent the block on
Can't catch him, catch the lil' dog, we put the top on
I cannot tote no regular gun, I put a F on it
Act like he ain't goin', ain't no question, put my bitch on him
Bae set that shit up, at that weed, that shit suck
You see me up that damn chop, your best solution is to duck
Hit her, kick her out the crib, tell her, baby, get your stuff
Don't be nice when you fuck me, baby, ride me like a slut
If you M.O.B., or Y.S.N, throw it up, gang
Credits
Writer(s): Jamison Long
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