Polo G - Headshot lyrics

I'm the one who tried to make a wave when we was strugglin' I remember rain, sled in snow, I was hustlin' Know the feds watchin', middle fingers to the government Glock in this Louis pouch, n***a, I ain't tusslin' Catfish, he don't really know who he fu*kin' with Opps send a message, you grab a Drac' to rebu*tal it Had the undertaker at your tomb, stone shovelin' Hell yeah, hollows bound to chew 'em like some Doublemint Made it out the field with some ni**as I was thuggin' with We'll send some shots through they crowd while they huddlin' I'm the type to leave it in the streets, I ain't discussing it Tryna make it flip, I need that Rolls Royce Cullinan Old b*tches trippin', cut her off like Backwood Middle of the trenches, that's where me and the guys stood Killers anonymous, black masks and black hoods Walk down on 'em, make sure you get clapped good I feel like the man of the hour (I do) This gun on me (Gun on me), I'm demandin' the power He never talk to my face (Nah), that man is a coward Go lookin' for him every hour I .. tower (I do) She su*kin' my d**k out the shower Tell her, “Be quiet,” she told me, “F**k me even louder” Paid now (Paid now), feet up (Feet up) All of your sneakers is beat up (They are) Percocet (Percocet), geek up (Geek up) You see the police and we speed up Uh, yeah, look, they tryna catch us and link us (They tryna catch us and link us) Uh, yeah, they tryna find us But they don't know where to meet us, uh (Bow) She wanna chill with me and all my ni**as (She do) She get extra freaky off the liquor She told us that she got a man (What?) So we extra sneaky when I'm with her She a lil' bad broad, she wanna go mad far Fivio Foreign in a fast car, I'm in a fast car Fresh in the game, still see it as a blessin', the same Hundred thousand 'round my neck for the chain Tryna go on like a vet in the game, put respect on my name No security, I flex with the gang, I'm a real one Reminiscin' about all of my decisions And based on the way I was livin', I was runnin' through the phantom Couple ni**as disrespect, and we done killed them Keep a shooter, they won't see, he my lil' one Thirty shots, we ain't into usin' lil' guns N***a talkin' like he know me, he my real son Rap beef, f**k the the cap, I'ma drill some Put the glizzy to your melon, make you feel dumb Headshot, all black, he won't feel nothin' Couple hollows to his back, we done filled him Headshot, a life long sentence what you need for them to label you a real oneee