Loud Team - Head Shots lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Neeko] My girl be all on that diesel We smoking on that loud We blowing on exotic It's sounding like a crowd I'm leaning and I'm wasted It's all about to go down I'm whipping out wit my head co*ked while ya girl give me head shot [Bridge: Beno] Pocket full of head shots like a yearbook 7 grams of sour diesel what the swish took I just might hit the trap house and watch the chef cook (x2) [Verse 2: Rico] Yo girl give head shots, I'm talking Amber Cole If life a show I'm getting money every episode f** n***as, I'm calling rounds You'll think I'm French Montana, they way I chop 'em down [Hook: Beno & Neeko] 7 grams of sour diesel that's what i cop Chuck Taylor's, wife beater, that's what i rock Light cane, pistol whip him with the 40 glocc Catch a random Smith & Wes give him a head shot Head shots, sending n***as head shots Head shots, pockets full of head shots Head shots, ya girl gave me a head shot Pour a cup of dirty sprite and take a head shot [Verse 3: Blacc Zacc] Perfect aim, I'm good wit them head shots Leave you pussies leaking red like a cherry popped Yo b**h gave me brain, I call it head shots I made her lip drop when she seen my big co*k Dirty sprite and sour d, that's all I need I'm in the club blowing exotic wit the Loud Team b**h we DME, the Hottest in the City b**h I'm in the game going hard, no scrimmage Who the f** you is? What the f** you thought? Have body outlined, in white chalk Yeah, you gotta whip it til yo wrist lock Ten pounds of Grade A, that's what i cop [Hook]