Head Blown

Lyrics

Super Earz
 17
 D-Roc (I don't even know what I'm doin')
 Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat
 Come from the streets, stay with that heat
 Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
 I'm shooting if I hear a peep
 I ain't with the fuckery, I'm a real G
 They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach
 Shawty wan' fuck with me real bad
 So I started with head, I make her go deep
 I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
 I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
 I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
 You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown
 Head blown straight up out of the system
 Made nigga on the block with them killers
 On go, gorillas, everybody official
 Tricking bad, if he fall, I'ma lift him
 If you loyal to me, I'm one hundred right back
 If you want him domed, for a fact, I'ma clip him
 I was down bad, I ain't blame no one, nigga
 Since you using me, bitch, stay goin' to the fitted
 D-Dawg in a cell, every time that he call, pick up right away
 Ned up in jail from that boy, free Choppa Boy and RIP Dave
 On god, these niggas ain't playin' my way
 He could buck and run up and get shot in his face
 I can see that they fake and them niggas be hatin'
 You get put in position to knock out your placements, bitch
 Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat
 Come from the streets, stay with that heat
 Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
 I'm shooting if I hear a peep
 I ain't with the fuckery, I'm a real G
 They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach
 Shawty wan' fuck with me real bad
 So I started with head, I make her go deep
 I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
 I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
 I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
 You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown
 I just pulled up and I hopped out on the curb
 Bitch, I'm grippin', you probably slippin', what's the word?
 I ain't goin' right now, I don't give a fuck 'bout what you heard
 I up this bitch and go to shooting you stuck-up nerds (Knock him back)
 I got out of my sack, I can't fuck up the bag
 I'ma run up a check, I could never relax
 I be keeping it cool, I ain't none of them dudes
 You gon' run off on who and get shot in your back
 If you play, you get boos, I was just on the news
 For some stupid lil' shit, I ain't trippin' on that
 When they said they want smoke, how I'm 'posed to react?
 But they know that it's up and I'm stickin' to that
 Bought a Rollie for her and bought one for my son
 I'm a factor, relapse, now I'm ready to run
 If I pull up, these pussy ass niggas gon' run
 But they can't get away when I strike with this gun
 Drop a bag in a minute, they drop and get sonned
 Sippin' on lean and I'm smoking red Runtz
 Osama one hundred, I call him, he come
 Plus he a vet, he gon' go get it done
 Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat
 Come from the streets, stay with that heat
 Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
 I'm shooting if I hear a peep
 I ain't with the fuckery, I'm a real G
 They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach
 Shawty wan' fuck with me real bad
 So I started with head, I make her go deep
 I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
 I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
 I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
 You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown
 

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Duration
03:01
Key
10
Tempo
140 BPM

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