Lyrics:
straight from Charlotte
I just want head regardless
I swear her brain the smartest
You know I'm so heartless
With this scope I can shoot the farthest
Nigga
money for hits
For bands your girl dancing, she doing them splits
Yes I'm the truth I'm as real as it gets
After you done giving head don't you come for
chain
Hit a head shot he ain't got no brain
Gotta chopstick no lo mein
I'm a locksmith I'm a old trade
Got the game locked I run track
Devin Hester wit
out, nigga,
Ready to get with the shoot out.
In the meanwhile,
I still gotta make me some money to get by.
Yeah, I thought to connect, and hooked
have a split
I gave a opp head and then when he came I spit it out into a dish
Then make that nigga drink his own semen, no this semi ain't gon miss
the dead,
I grab him by the face and ? into the back of his head
Its crushed, like the butcher do meat
Manic depressive monster inside my mind ready to be
need her
All dese niggas wanna do is diss pick up
A gun nd go catch you a hit
Movin hot wit barrettes and shit spot a opp
In da spot and his head getting
you soft like Sway
I can tell it by the look on your face
Ayy head shave
Disobey like drugs on bargain disarrange
Shell-shock, make your brain shake
[Kane & Abel]
Yo KL hook me up with some of that beats by the pound Kane and Abel
gangstafied guerrilla shit.
We start tightin' up on these
as you see me
You is still Nity
COM squared and shit
I was put here to see if you came prepared and shit
I'm red as shit
My head is split from
wanna pop that bubbly
And by the way, I'm Al
Al-co-holic
I act a fool and frolic
Till I hurl in the toilet
J-Ro dangerously
Givin you brain surgery
Fuck that bitch up if he run up on my face I go deranged
Insane inside my brain I cannot wait until his head split
Daemon turn to Devil I'm the only
in this place
Trying to runaway, trying to save the day
Yeah, this music getting overplayed
But it's the only thing saving my head and brain from
the block
Well if I place the red dot that's where a nigga try'na hit ya and
If I place it up in your chest
better believe it's gonna split ya and stand
feelin' me?
Guess not...who you want dead? "Vinnie." How much bread?
Shook his head fed and called his man Fred "Yo Fred!"
Fred said, "FUCK you!" Oh fuck
bout, bout bout bout
Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling
Bummin no matter Skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets
Stocking
of the food chain we kill shit by design
Rearrange my brain waves
Fuck these chains go insane
I'mma roll up on the main
Pull the trigger back and let go
Dirty
These neighbors keep on chattin
Plotting bitch my head is spinning
Paranoid by the damage
But hypnotized by the lavish
Can't avoid how you vanished
One move then I'ma rip through your shit
Rated R bloody scene in this bitch
I'ma empty the clip
True sniper, they'll split through your wig
We pullin'
a nigga if he want trouble
Three hundred blkout they turn his ass humble
I ain't picking this pole cause I'm still tryn rumble
Hit him in head we goin split
mothafucka's head off!
Go ahead and grip Glocks
I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
You'll have to lip lock
With hyperdermic needles to lick shots
I'll
be brainless
Must I be a zombie walkin', this brain is dead but head is bobbin'
Thoughts are racin' super sonic
Cutting across, straight demonic
your grave
The FN got bullets that fit in the K
The F it got AC my car ain't on E
Can't catch what I spit then get hit in the face
Shots by the dozens
these hoes
Money is a power that makes my brain flow
Catch me with a couple dimes, while my wallets getting packed
It's ready to go
Dodging bullets hoe
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