"Headtaps" lyrics
Brrt
Yeah
Brrt, uh (Yeah)
When we jump out, all you hear is Dracs and switches (Brrt)
Really get shit gone, don't do no missin' (No)
Baked his ass just like some chicken
Spank they ass for all the dissin'
Bitch, we play ball, don't do no slippin' (No)
Fifty shots stick out the glizzy
He got hit and started trippin'
He fell over, now he finished
I can't bap, I took a L
Ever since, bitch, I been winnin'
I love this shit, think I'm addicted
I can't stop rappin' 'bout the trenches
They shot my cousin, but ain't kill him
For some weeks straight, we were spinnin'
But the only difference is
When shh got caught, bitch, we killed him
Sent his ass above the ceilin'
You know we overstand on business
I'm not just rappin', I'm still spinnin'
We can't be cool, bitch, I can't kick it
If you get caught and with your children
Don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm still blickin' (Brrt, brrt)
We get up close, don't hit civilians
I'm stackin' hats up to the ceilin'
He got hit once and he was finished
7.62s same size as missiles
Couldn't play her part, so I went missin'
Don't got no heart, don't got no feelin'
Ain't signin' no deal unless it's a million
I'm not a hero, more like a villain
You ain't never killed no killer
We been got back, long live Lil Nizzle
You not like that, soft as a pillow
A-wipe your nose, don't need no tissue
Can get into it without an issue
Spin out of cars with just three windows (You know that)
Them trenches know that I'm official
(You know that, yeah, them trenches know that I'm official)
When we jump out, all you hear is Dracs and switches (Brrt)
Really get shit gone, don't do no missin' (No)
Baked his ass just like some chicken
Spank they ass for all the dissin'
Bitch, we play ball, don't do no slippin' (No)
Fifty shots stick out the glizzy
He got hit and started trippin'
He fell over, now he finished
I can't bap, I took a L
Ever since, bitch, I been winnin'
I love this shit, think I'm addicted
I can't stop rappin' 'bout the trenches
They shot my cousin, but ain't kill him
For some weeks straight, we were spinnin'
But the only difference is
When shh got caught, bitch, we killed him
Yeah
Brrt, uh (Yeah)
When we jump out, all you hear is Dracs and switches (Brrt)
Really get shit gone, don't do no missin' (No)
Baked his ass just like some chicken
Spank they ass for all the dissin'
Bitch, we play ball, don't do no slippin' (No)
Fifty shots stick out the glizzy
He got hit and started trippin'
He fell over, now he finished
I can't bap, I took a L
Ever since, bitch, I been winnin'
I love this shit, think I'm addicted
I can't stop rappin' 'bout the trenches
They shot my cousin, but ain't kill him
For some weeks straight, we were spinnin'
But the only difference is
When shh got caught, bitch, we killed him
Sent his ass above the ceilin'
You know we overstand on business
I'm not just rappin', I'm still spinnin'
We can't be cool, bitch, I can't kick it
If you get caught and with your children
Don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm still blickin' (Brrt, brrt)
We get up close, don't hit civilians
I'm stackin' hats up to the ceilin'
He got hit once and he was finished
7.62s same size as missiles
Couldn't play her part, so I went missin'
Don't got no heart, don't got no feelin'
Ain't signin' no deal unless it's a million
I'm not a hero, more like a villain
You ain't never killed no killer
We been got back, long live Lil Nizzle
You not like that, soft as a pillow
A-wipe your nose, don't need no tissue
Can get into it without an issue
Spin out of cars with just three windows (You know that)
Them trenches know that I'm official
(You know that, yeah, them trenches know that I'm official)
When we jump out, all you hear is Dracs and switches (Brrt)
Really get shit gone, don't do no missin' (No)
Baked his ass just like some chicken
Spank they ass for all the dissin'
Bitch, we play ball, don't do no slippin' (No)
Fifty shots stick out the glizzy
He got hit and started trippin'
He fell over, now he finished
I can't bap, I took a L
Ever since, bitch, I been winnin'
I love this shit, think I'm addicted
I can't stop rappin' 'bout the trenches
They shot my cousin, but ain't kill him
For some weeks straight, we were spinnin'
But the only difference is
When shh got caught, bitch, we killed him
Writer(s): Jeffery Harris
