"Headless Horseman" lyrics

Yeah
Yeah, see what I'm sayin'?
Huh, huh, yeah
Frret, frret

Yeah, I just doubled up on everything
Bitch, I just took that boy down, easy stain
Gun on my back like I'm born in Ukraine
Tailor made jacket, got this out of Spain
Hundred-round drum, this bitch look like two zero
Glock to his face, told him, "Don't be no hero"
He's just an actor like Robert De Niro
Rich junkie, fucked around, sipped all the syrup
I see lil' Glokk when I look in the mirror
Trackhawk pulled up, now them boys gotta peel
I'm outside on the block, catch me a kill
Hit that boy so damn hard, knocked out his grill

Huh, no cap, stop playin', on the 10

He ain't got that Glock on him, boy, they lackin'
I was just broke as the fuck, they was laughin'
Peel out on tour, man, I do them so nasty
Bitch in my face, this bitch eatin' off the accent
I'm geeked off drop and I told her I'm blasted
You got a whole pint of drank, that's fantastic
She break her neck every time I'm in Saks Fifth
They ain't got no Glock, they got tired of that tactic
Glock in my pants, but my seatbelt fastened
Kind of like the dope game, got me distracted
Slidin' in a TRX, shit like Jurassic
Hit with the vamps, don't care how long he lastin'
Nigga turned him hotbox, they did that for passion
Brother catch a vine in that blunt, tell him pass it
Vampires, vamp life, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Get right, yeah, I don't really do the fist fight
Yeah, I'm out with war, midnight
Fuck that bitch, I try to gaslight
Yeah, I'm with the gang like band fight
They don't throw up nothin' but gang signs
Glock switch on my waistline
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talkin' 'bout Glokk, you talkin' 'bout nothin'
Talkin' 'bout Glokk, huh, huh
Fuck it, you know that I'm ridin' with that steel
Huh, huh, nigga, they facin' fifteen, I fought my case with Brian Steele, frret
They know that I don't like to fight, but I knock that boy out, Holyfield
With this bad ho, this ho insecure
Yeah, take that ho out of thot life, now she cured
I'm on my cycle, but I keep that shit pure
Your diamonds is fake, them shit's lookin' clear
My diamonds is hittin', this shit chandelier
This bitch do a split and she showin' her skills
Yeah, huh, yeah, frret, frret

Yeah, I just doubled up on everything
Bitch, I just took that boy down, easy stain
Gun on my back like I'm born in Ukraine
Tailor made jacket, got this out of Spain
Hundred-round drum, this bitch look like two zero
Glock to his face, told him, "Don't be no hero"
He's just an actor like Robert De Niro
Rich junkie, fucked around, sipped all the syrup
I see lil' Glokk when I look in the mirror
Trackhawk pulled up, now them boys gotta peel
I'm outside on the block, catch me a kill
Hit that boy so damn hard, knocked out his grill

No cap, stop playin', on the ten