Headless Horseman

If you ain't got a beat from Bam, we don't drop enough

Helluva made this beat, baby

Shit, I'm tryna land, I gotta find a helicopter pad

All these baby bottles probably thinking, where the toddlers at?

Why the fuck this bitch think she a dime with her copper ass?

DSM lieutenant, send a blitz, they hit back, roger that

Diamonds dancing, ain't no light trick, mirage or a luge

A kid without a whip or a crib, like shit was more confusing

Asked for mounting up some cocaína, Titi snort right through it

Let me know if it's really some beef

Gon' put my fork right through it

Treating the drank like a plank of wood, yeah, I'ma four by two it

Wrestling with my sleep, hacksaw Jim Duggan

Earlier than breakfast, I'll knock the jam off his muffin

It's sixteen of y'all with one pint, y'all can't all sip something

Think we even, dog, the headless horseman, he done lost his pumpkin

Telegraming with the scamy, wake up, watch the sauce get flooded

Money conversating, shut the fuck up 'less you talking hundreds

He ain't hit a shot or scored forever, must've lost the bucket

Brodie got new F&N, he clutching like the game ending

Three, two

Your mans balling up his fists up in heaven

Since you put him on that fake pendant

Heard your tape and you ain't say shit like a blank message

First place vibes, gold medal, I can't take second

Haha, yeah, just got a new crib built

The only time I ever been window shopping

Cuddy get up close with stick and

Then he whisper, "Flip your pockets"

Wear a helmet, stop, drop, and roll or we gon' hit your noggin

How the fuck you middleman the wrong and you ain't get no profit?

Chilling like a villain, lips zip, they really big on gossip

Four tweak tools in it, boy, my geek kit on toxic

Pull up, put it up with white sticks

I don't look like the grand wizard

Little Russian drakey, shot that bitch and gave my hand splinters

Brrt

Chopper with the zoom, I'm on the seven hitting opps on Grand River

Shee

Think he fucking with the gang, the pussy boy delusional

Wake up, get fly, get high, the usual

Mushu in the booth, bitch, I'm a fire spitter

Still catching the bus to go to work, boy, I'm a tire spinner

Fiend text me Virgil 'cause she snort coke

Leave your bitch on me, gon' leave her with a sore throat

Tried to battle with the goat, but look, boy, your sword broke

Stop talking to me, bitch, your crib cost my wardrobe