Lil Tjay - Headshot ft. Polo G Fivio Foreign

Текст песни Lil Tjay - Headshot ft. Polo G Fivio Foreign

I'm the one who tried to make a way when we was strugglin'

I remember rain, sleet, and snow, I was hustlin'

Know the feds watchin', middle fingers to the government

Glock in this Louis pouch, nigga, I ain't tusslin'

Catfish, he don't really know who he fuckin' with

Opps send a message, you grab a Drac' to rebuttal it

Had a undertaker at your tombstone, shovelin'

Hell yeah, hollows bound to chew 'em like some Doublemint

Made it out the field with somе niggas I was thuggin' with

We'll send some shots through thеy crowd while they huddlin'

I'm the type to leave it in the streets, I ain't discussin' it

Tryna make it flip, I need that Rolls-Royce Cullinan

Old bitches trippin', cut her off like a Backwood

Middle of the trenches, that's where me and the guys stood

Killers anonymous, black masks and black hoods (Yeah, uh, uh)

Walk down on him, make sure he get clapped good (Uh, uh)

I feel like the man of the hour (I do)

This gun on me (Gun on me), I'm demandin' the power (Brr)

He never talk to my face (Nah), that man is a coward

Ayy, uh, uh

Go lookin' for him every hour, uh

I 'member nights in the tower (I do)

She suckin' my dick out the shower

Tell her, "Be quiet," she told me, "Fuck me even louder"

Ayy, ayy, uh

Paid now (Paid now), feet up (Feet up)

All of your sneakers is beat up (They are)

Percocet (Percocet), geek up (Geek up)

You see the police and we speed up

Uh, yeah, look, they tryna catch us and link us (They tryna catch us and link us)

Uh, yeah, they tryna find us

But they don't know where to meet us, uh (Bow)

She wanna chill with me and all my niggas (She do)

She get extra freaky off the liquor (Uh), uh

She told us that she got a man (What?)

So we extra sneaky when I'm with her

She a lil' bad broad (Uh), she wanna go mad far (Uh-uh)

Fivio Foreign in a fast car, I'm in a fast car, uh

Fresh in the game, still see it as a blessin', the same

Hundred thousand 'round my neck for the chain

Tryna go out like a vet in the game, put respect on my name

No security, I'm flexin' with gang, I'm a real one

Reminiscin' about all of my decisions

Embracin' the way of livin', I was runnin' through the field, dumb

Couple niggas disrespectin', we done killed them

Keep a shooter, they won't see, he my lil' one

Thirty shots, we ain't into usin' lil' guns

Nigga talkin' like he know me, he my real son

Rap beef, fuck the cap, I'ma drill some

Put the glizzy to your melon, make you feel dumb

Headshot, all black, he won't feel nothin'

Couple hollows to his back, we done filled him

Headshot or a lifelong sentence, what you need for them to label you a real one