H3AD$HOT - TRACK 02 lyrics

[Intro: H3AD$HOT] Hey shoutout Trap Cam... I finally got out of my garage for this one... Dead... H3AD$HOT [Verse 1: H3AD$HOT] Got yo b**h she on the f**ing hotline Triple six sliding on this track it's go time Double addy so all my n***as gang bang Shakespeare, on top of booze it's okay Think I've been rapping 'bout nothing but all of these players can't teach themselves Stacks on my stacks on my stacks and be careful not to cut yourself I make a living on k**ing Cousins on streets selling dealings Checks in my inbox be sealing Leaks on my tracks be spilling Wait, slow this sh** down Pictures with b**hes you look like a clown Features with legends and how does that sound? [Verse 2: H3AD$HOT] I sell my good sh** like queso That sh** by the pound You snitch like a mouse I'm lifting her blouse Chemistry research with bars I be making the douse My first track a teaser That sh** on the house Please take the L My life is actually hell Get out of bed when you hearing those bells My soul is empty, my raps are plenty Can't you tell? Check 22147, I ain't trying to sell [Outro: H3AD$HOT] Shoutout to my n***a Vlad His birth was a gift, shoutout to his dad Aren't I glad? I made a living off tracks that take ten minutes, don't call me bad Shoutout to my Bryan, he ain't that bad I'll be back for more