Lofty305 - Head lyrics

[Intro: Lofty305] C'yeah! Go! Go! Go! C'yeah! C'yeah! Go! Go! Go! b**h, it's Lofty, c'yeah! Ah! C'yeah, b**h, it's Lofty, c'yeah! Check me, yeah, it's Lofty On the M-I-C, we Blow trees every f**in' day Posh Gang, n***a, Posh Gang, n***a [Verse 1: Lofty305] Nappy-a** hair, I'm a nappy-a** n***a, bro Yeah, b**h came through and she gave a n***a dome Cause I be the king of this f**in' throne Lofy305, I'm 'bout to put it on Motherf** a mic, just like a sticker On the wall, yeah, I got them b**hes thicker Sticker, Posh Gang, c'yeah Get up on they knees, yeah, and you heard that story Now let me flip it to another allegory I'm exciting, you are boring Everything that I say, is you snoring? Flooring [Verse 2: Ruben Slikk] Look at me, Ruben Slikk, uber proper mack With a fat sack of cat piss and the anthrax Cokey Shores, elite Posh Gang on the map Judge a n***a how he move, not by how he rap Big money off the brain, let me gang rang Me and my old boy, we got the same name Posh Gang, soo-woo, Metro Zu All the bad b**hes know we so cool Came through at art walk, boo crew Swag blast on that a** with the nut goo Oh, goddamn, I don't trust you But I got hoes on the rack on luxury Yeah, you lack on luxury Got my phone vibratin', hoes keep buzzin' me Textin', collectin', paper, the dividends Paypal, shorty, you know I'm gettin' presidents Online, that's where I be at Everywhere I go, iPhone got to see that Yeah, let me hold that sh**, get on the Instagram Mack up on the b**h, yeah, you know I'm finna peel the fam Free my other friend cause I heard them b**hes dykin' You know she want the dick, I can tell that she like it She only be with her cause that b**h really racked up Ruben f**in' Slikk, never let these b**hes act up Yeah I got it tightened, oppose, get checked Ruben Slikk, yeah, all I do is get handed checks Yeah, let me get them f**in' bands like a baller It's Ruben f**in' Slikk, I f** that ho and never call her Damn I'm a soldier, ridin' with the sh** too Ruben f**in' Slikk, yeah you know I got the sh**, foo' What you need? Got a .40, got a .30 Holler at me, hold a 9 and a .30 In the mornin', never on Tuesday At the crib cause you know I'm gettin' too faded With some b**hes, get ma**ages in the bedroom Ruben Slikk, f** a b**h and need some headroom