Lyrics:
Got a thing for the bling
27 carats up on that ring
Moncler on the vest, the matching headpiece Philipp Plein
Run up a band, shawty you know that we
it to your headpiece, no Ow
What you wanna do, shit, niggaz be like
That's the shit, that make you wanna get high
Now open that high shit, I be
it to your headpiece, no Ow
What you wanna do, shit, niggaz be like
That's the shit, that make you wanna get high
Now open that high shit, I be
it to the Ow, Methtical
Bring it to your headpiece, no Ow
What you want to do, shit, niggaz be like
That's the shit, that make you want to get high
it to your headpiece, no Ow
What you wanna do, shit, niggaz be like
That's the shit, that make you wanna get high
Now open that high shit, I be
three-piece nun-chucks
Y'all sun struck, sick to they head-piece
Three-headed beast brings the drama to a dead cease
(Get that money, God)
Sick to they
like a ninja
When the mack is bent, who can give one fuck?
Get bucked, get broke up like three-piece nun-chucks
Y'all sun struck, sick to they head-piece
school
Huh, yea but back then I was just to busy being cool
Now I see her face on the cover of a magazine
Dressed in satin with the headpiece of a queen
Ah
bitches
I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin'
Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin'
bitches
I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin'
Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin'
and headpiece
The opposite of peace, sending mom duke a wreath
You're talking to the robbery expert
Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don't be
Yeah, yeah, you ready motherfucker?
We gonna kill your ass
(I'm ready)
As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece
One in the chamber,
Yeah, yeah, you ready motherfucker?
We gonna kill your ass
(I'm ready)
As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece
One in the chamber,
and headpiece
The opposite of peace, sending mom duke a wreath
You're talking to the robbery expert
Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don't be
shoulda left alone, now you stuck in shit
Stuck in shit, 'til that headpiece gets blazed
Screamin this, ah, cease to the grave
Its over, at least for you
shoulda left alone, now you stuck in shit
Stuck in shit, 'til that headpiece gets blazed
Screamin this, ah, cease to the grave
Its over, at least for you
whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for that headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, I even kill a Pope
Yeah...
Yeah...
(You ready motherfucker?)
(We gon' kill your ass)
As I grab the glock, put it to your headpiece
One in the chamber, the safety is
to the headpiece
This is how it sounds when the hoods go bang
This is how it sound when the hood go bang
This is how it sound when the hood go bang
Yeah, here
stuck in shit
Stuck in shit, til that headpiece gets BLAZED
Screamin this, ahh, cease to the grave
Its over, at least for you it is
It don't think
down with the Clan
I be comin, for the headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style from Big Isle
there...
Yo, watch me bang the headpiece there's no survival
My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
Murder, underground beef for the burger
P.L.O.,
fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for the headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word
down with the Clan
I be comin, for the headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style from Big Isle
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