Sam Bostic - Bald Head Nut lyrics

"Get down, get down" My AK is puttin in much work Pop in the clip a little voice in my head said "Murder" Stuck the tip out the window and f**ed em all Took they a** to the hole like basketball Hit the club got drunk but they better start gettin off OGs kept they f**ers from my sawed off I know they mad but who gives a f** What goes around comes around, they should have ducked We open fire on the whole motherf**in crowd Jumped out started beatin motherf**ers down Then I'm sideways comin off the speed bump I'm standin up in the drop with the riot pump My name is Cowboy, C-Bo for short When n***as hear Cowboy they hit the flo' Cause they know I'm a god damn psycho And I always bust caps at the night yo Young punks want funk but they don't Shoot once, hit the gas, and then they gone Little ho tried to pick Bo like an afro Didn't know I just gotta press triple O I'm a mobster, k**in make my dick hard You wanna lay you better have a bullet proof car Cause the sh** that we packin' ain't water guns So when we kick listen up hoes better run I don't like shootin hoes, I like to f** You don't rub you car windows gettin f**ed up Roll a seven- deuce Cutla** can't touch this Vogue smoke like dope when I say f** this Wound my windows down still smoke tinted Shotgun mad Glocks all up in it And we all pack heat, cause we all family So watch your back motherf**er understand me So if you mobbin through this state fair Hope you got the gat in the trunk, cause we gon' start funk We hit the out of town clubs, like nuts We in the drive by, fo' schools in the cut I watched n***as get jealous when they hoes jock That's when I go and take the finest ho and take a walk Cause I'm the motherf**in' Bo And Bo knows hoes like to get f**ed on triple gold That's why I keep a sheet in my back seat And sheeps gettin on my dick so she go leap And I hear the virgin hoes be scared to meet me Cause I dig the p**y hoes out so deeply Straight mobbin, spray the f**in club up And make the jackers put they gloves up And one times can't f** with me Cause they 305s can't f** with the 350 Every corner I hit I'm gettin side ways Have em lost by the time I hit the high way C-Bo the bald head nut Fishtailin' in the cut House parties, I turn them motherf**ers out And bust caps at the end, without a doubt I grab the mic and start kickin the gangster sh** Hoes know C-Bo make n***as click I start talkin bout Glocks, and mack 10s And how I pulled my jack from the kingpin And the n***as know better to f** with me The head honcho of the M-O-Double B I ain't the richest but they say I'm the loc'est And the one who keeps the mouth in the showbiz And at the concerts I'm keepin the crowd hype Cause I kick the kind of sh** that everybody like I take a mobster beat, do a mobster rhyme Have mobsters kickin up dust all the time From the window baby showin me much love Let me squeeze the sharmin everytime I get a hug Only time they get to rub on the bald head Is if her legs is on my shoulder and we in the bed And ya know the hoes don't let me hit em sideways For the fact that's how I came off the highway C-Bo the bald head nut Fishtailin' in the cut