Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, So
Headshots, n***a
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Straight up out the lion's den, he is I and I am him
Overdosing daily, when the f** I'm gon' die again
Name a n***a that I'm flyer than
You and your set, run and get wet
H'z the clique and my n***a we all at your neck
f** all the cops, f** all the opps
n***a we sit at the top
Lit up the pot, count the gwap
Cherry red beamer the drop
She keep on f**ing with that powder her nose full of snot
We take your place, me and my n***as eat like it or not
[Verse 2]
I wrote this sh** here in Cobain's garage
With a gauge sitting next to me
Got a spanish Courtney Love on X
Tryna have s** with me, it's what I created
I'm jaded off the fame, you know my f**ing name
Was flipping oxycotin when you hit your crack phase
Go to your hood and flex on you like the smack days
I catch these rappers at Starbucks, spit in they frappe
p**y, yo, yo
This blunt is smelling like dead body, try me
Tough guys they just turn into robberies
I'm God, body like John Gotti
Rolling with the mob, yeah
Get a yopping, tell that n***a pop off, p**y
[Outro x2]
This blunt is smelling like
Dead body
Smelling like
Dead body
Smelling like
Dead body