Head Blown

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