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