"Hittin' Heads" lyrics
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The biggest opp in America
Come on, man, you know what I stand on (The whoop way)
What you stand on, whoop?
Every time a nigga turn around, it's a problem (Uh)
So many niggas I showed love to, I should've robbed 'em (Should've robbed 'em)
Brodie bag ain't big as mines, but I got 'em (Got 'em)
I'm talkin' five thousand beans every week, this bitch rockin' (Whoop)
All I chase is money, if you a hustler then you understand me (Yeah)
You see my face at a random place, that mean they payin' me (No cap)
Told Marc dog, it's time to go, pull the truck around (Let's go)
Bro jumped in and grabbed the Drac', then let the windows down (Oh)
I was fuckin' up, I blew two-hundred thousand a couple times (Couple times)
Now I'm locked in, only thing I see is dollar signs (Uh)
My young dog in Tennessee, runnin' through the yeas (Yeah)
You could shit the bed, send the loc', he pull up in the air (Bop, bop, bop)
Y'all are never there, ask me how I know 'cause I be everywhere (Okay)
I'm all across the world, my ape head cost two bricks of girl (Okay)
Me and B pulled up with the Jeep, with the sleeve on it (Sleeve on it)
This boogieman wipe a nigga nose, you better not sneeze on it (Achoo)
Brick of dog so motherfuckin' strong, it got fleas on it (Whoop)
Brodie in the kitchen, puttin' his paws and his feet on it (Yeah)
Do shit niggas brag about and don't speak on it (Lame ass nigga)
Whoop lease so motherfuckin' strong, I can't stop goin'
We goin' a hundred Ps, bring two-hundred Gs, I'ma stock
I'm on a moving candy, nigga, I don't move without the hammy (Yeah)
Bitch, sin season, instantly start comin' out her panties (Uh)
So for the streets, I might never make it to the Grammys (Uh)
Don't boo that, long as I put some Ms up for my family
Went to Booby Trap, now I got a high rise in Miami
It's too exact, I just had a threesome on a balcony (Ooh)
They like, "Who is that?" Limo tint wrapped around a Caddy (Ooh)
All I chase is money, if you a hustler then you understand me
You see my face at a random place, that mean they payin' me
Told Marc dog, it's time to go, pull the truck around (Whoop)
Bro jumped in and grabbed the Drac', then let the windows down
I was fuckin' up, I blew two-hundred thousand a couple times (Couple times)
Now I'm locked in, only thing I see is dollar signs (Dollar signs)
My young dog in Tennessee, runnin' through the yeas
You could shit the bed, send the loc', he pull up in the air
The biggest opp in America
Come on, man, you know what I stand on (The whoop way)
What you stand on, whoop?
Every time a nigga turn around, it's a problem (Uh)
So many niggas I showed love to, I should've robbed 'em (Should've robbed 'em)
Brodie bag ain't big as mines, but I got 'em (Got 'em)
I'm talkin' five thousand beans every week, this bitch rockin' (Whoop)
All I chase is money, if you a hustler then you understand me (Yeah)
You see my face at a random place, that mean they payin' me (No cap)
Told Marc dog, it's time to go, pull the truck around (Let's go)
Bro jumped in and grabbed the Drac', then let the windows down (Oh)
I was fuckin' up, I blew two-hundred thousand a couple times (Couple times)
Now I'm locked in, only thing I see is dollar signs (Uh)
My young dog in Tennessee, runnin' through the yeas (Yeah)
You could shit the bed, send the loc', he pull up in the air (Bop, bop, bop)
Y'all are never there, ask me how I know 'cause I be everywhere (Okay)
I'm all across the world, my ape head cost two bricks of girl (Okay)
Me and B pulled up with the Jeep, with the sleeve on it (Sleeve on it)
This boogieman wipe a nigga nose, you better not sneeze on it (Achoo)
Brick of dog so motherfuckin' strong, it got fleas on it (Whoop)
Brodie in the kitchen, puttin' his paws and his feet on it (Yeah)
Do shit niggas brag about and don't speak on it (Lame ass nigga)
Whoop lease so motherfuckin' strong, I can't stop goin'
We goin' a hundred Ps, bring two-hundred Gs, I'ma stock
I'm on a moving candy, nigga, I don't move without the hammy (Yeah)
Bitch, sin season, instantly start comin' out her panties (Uh)
So for the streets, I might never make it to the Grammys (Uh)
Don't boo that, long as I put some Ms up for my family
Went to Booby Trap, now I got a high rise in Miami
It's too exact, I just had a threesome on a balcony (Ooh)
They like, "Who is that?" Limo tint wrapped around a Caddy (Ooh)
All I chase is money, if you a hustler then you understand me
You see my face at a random place, that mean they payin' me
Told Marc dog, it's time to go, pull the truck around (Whoop)
Bro jumped in and grabbed the Drac', then let the windows down
I was fuckin' up, I blew two-hundred thousand a couple times (Couple times)
Now I'm locked in, only thing I see is dollar signs (Dollar signs)
My young dog in Tennessee, runnin' through the yeas
You could shit the bed, send the loc', he pull up in the air
Writer(s): Darius Dean, Fmb Dz Fmb Dz
