Rick Ross - Headshots lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I got them Robin jeans saggin' and I ain't even bragging I gave the b**h 500 f** it, I ain't even crabby Now I'm getting older rocking Gucci, Louie loafers I still remember the first day that I ain't have to serve smokers You brought sand to the beach, I brought toast to the social I gave your girlfriend an autographed Gucci Mane poster It ain't no motherf**ing secret, hell yeah I got shooters I'm the plug to the plug, I'm a goddamn booster You ain't no mothaf**in' gangsta, you's a goddamn groupie And you getting in my way ‘cause ya homegirl choosing On my birthday, Gucci want a brand new Uzi On my worst day, I'm worth 10 mil no j**elry [Hook] k**ers waiting in the bushes just to tie ya a** up Gave my young n***a a dub and told him fire ya a** up It seem like everywhere you go, somebody try yo a** up I got real money n***a, I can buy my own luck Headshots, headshots All my young n***as aiming headshots Headshots, headshots Put a dub on your head, headshots Headshots [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Your son called you a dead beat Step on my feet n***a, you dead meat I'm grinding up this ground beef I think they just wanna surround me Self made with a brick too n***a shoes dirty but the stick new In the twelfth grade with a big crew Now I'm well paid, I can flip you Holding on to my dick, Michael Corleone, b**h Head shot like Fredo, f** n***a don't flinch The empire back, that empire back I got some whip out in Fulton, my brick just keep bouncing back [Hook] k**ers waiting in the bushes just to tie ya a** up Gave my young n***a a dub and told him fire ya a** up It seem like everywhere you go, somebody try yo a** up I got real money n***a, I can buy my own luck Headshots, headshots All my young n***as aiming headshots Headshots, headshots Put a dub on your head, headshots Headshots [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Couple n***as got k**ed at my show last weekend But how am I to blame if they were already beefing When they first started shooting man we was just leaving Try Bricksquad and we won't let you get off that easy Gucci Mane the CEO I feel like Eazy The rap game love me but the dope game need me Baby says she never seen a n***a so freezy But these VVS diamonds make me feel like Meech I had a pistol in the club the first day I met Weezy AR in the car the first day I met Jeezy When I first started dissing n***as it was just teasing Glock 40 on my hip, it was just me and Mac Bre-Z [Hook] k**ers waiting in the bushes just to tie ya a** up Gave my young n***a a dub and told him fire ya a** up It seem like everywhere you go, somebody try yo a** up I got real money n***a, I can buy my own luck Headshots, headshots All my young n***as aiming headshots Headshots, headshots Put a dub on your head, headshots Headshots