Head First

[Intro]

Uh, bitch this shit here groovy (Don't play with this shit)

I say, play with this shit and we shooting a— (Let's go, huh, don't play with this shit)

Play with this shit and shooting a movie (Hop out)

No cap, I say, I say, uh

[Chorus]

Bitch, this shit here groovy

Play with this shit and we shooting a movie

Hop out with a MAC, this shit get spooky

Hit your bitch from the back and record it on Tubi

When I drop this shit, bet the ho going platinum

I catch the drop, we pull up and attack 'em (Yeah)

Hop out a van thirty deep and we blast 'em

I still got a 100K in my mattress

[Verse 1]

Nah, for real

We pop your ass like a pill

I'm coming down head first like a hill

I'm shooting shit from the three, Bradley Beal

I'm tryna wipe that boy nose like a bill

Son of my son

He know he better not run (Don't run)

Hop out with this switch, that bitch know that he done (Rrah)

If you ain't having paper, you ain't getting no buns

He ain't stretching his band, know I'm busting his buns

No cap

I'm in this bitch with this fully

He better not play with me like I'm pussy (Rrt)

I got a couple partners who be Crippin' like Tookie (They be Crippin')

Got a couple partners sippin purple like Whoopie (Slatt)

And my other partners sliming shit, yeah, he took it (Come on)

And I think my other partner play with white, he just cooking

He got a 9 like he Bryce, that bitch know he a rookie

She a ten like Mack, tryna throw me that pussy (Throw it to me)

[Chorus]

Bitch this shit here groovy

Play with this shit and we shooting a movie (Bah, bah)

Hop out with a MAC, this shit get spooky

Hit his bitch from the back and record it on Tubi

When I drop this shit, bet the ho going platinum

I catch the drop we pull up and attack 'em

Hop out a van thirty deep and we blast 'em

I still got a 100K in my mattress

[Verse 2]

Cash, I'm talking paper, I'm making this money, I'm spending, this shit ain't no gimmick

The Cartier like twenty thousand, these diamonds, they bustin', another forty for the pendant (No cap)

Racks, I'm having cash in my pants, spend a twenty on my teeth, bitch, I'm having bands

Them bitches know not to play with me (Big shit), in my city droppin' hits, that shit made me the man (I'm droppin' hits)

Bitch, we leaving footprints, I'm tryna step on every opp with all these steel toes

Uh, think this shit sweet, bitch, you wanna get deep, send an opp bitch, yeah, we kill hoes

Uh, this not a prop, this a real pole

Still could get shit back-to-back like a field goal

I got forty bullets in the Glock 23, bitch, I'm throwing bullets like Milroe (Uh)

[Chorus]

Bitch, this shit here groovy

Play with this shit and we shooting a movie (Bah)

Hop out with a MAC, this shit get spooky (Bah)

Hit his bitch from the back and record it on Tubi

When I drop this shit, bet the ho going platinum

I catch the drop we pull up and attack 'em

Hop out a van thirty deep and we blast 'em (Thirty deep)

I still got a 100K in my mattress (Baow)