"Headache" lyrics
Ooh SAV
I been drinking lean for years, I'm addicted
It ain't nothin' to brag about but I'm experienced
I ain't been asleep in days, I'm delirious
You will never make it in the street, you ain't serious
My nigga boostin' credit scores like Experian
Punch a hunnid' phones, then go sell 'em in Liberia
Doggy think he 'bout to rob me, he must be ignorant
You got a better chance on going to Egypt and building pyramids
It ain't considered dog shit unless it's a light fifty
I got a hunnid' hunnid's on me, I dont like fifties
You want some lean? Call-, he be pint whippin'
I would say his name, but that'd be dry snitchin'
I'm thinking should I drop a Patek or just sky dwell it
Take a nigga chain, if it's real then I might sell it
Niggas sweat they froze with fake jewlery, bro yo ice meltin'
Said you got that chain from Gary, you a lie teller
I can really get some oil, 'cause I know Arabs
You had a run for thirty days, that shit ain't last
I know a spot OT that's greener than some fake grass
You dropped a whole pint but it ain't break you, 'cause it ain't glass
I dropped a six of vintage red, that shit broke me down
Before you hit a lick on us, you better scope it out
I can ask a random bitch for head, she 'gon blow me down
Thirty bitches with us in the club, but ain't no hoes around
Four nicks and FNs, I don't play with nines
AKs and .223 bullets'll break yo spine
If I drop some change on you, boy, then it ain't no dimes
I can't even drink a deuce of lean, that's a waste of time
My granny still'll pop a nigga and she eighty nine
I guess it's in my genes
You got a ten in yo safe, that shit in my jeans
I know a nigga who up a hunnid, but still drinking green
My bitch caught me cheatin', I couldn't do shit but play Billie Jean
If the lights on, we got a fresh batch like Krispy Kreme
John got a check for eighty bands, but he still a fiend
My nigga turned into KD, he on a different team
These hoes the same way, they'll do anything to get a ring
Lit but I'm the star on the top, y'all a Christmas tree
I got a headache
Fuck some water, I'ma stop the game and take a Tech break
I knew that wasn't no Hellcat, he ain't have red breaks
Fuck a piece of paper in a bank, I'm on a check chase
I just ran up a hunnid, I need a leg brace
Remember when I worked a 9 to 5, like "when the next break?"
Sucked me up for so long, she need a neck brace
Finger fuck the racks and record it, that's a sex tape
I been drinking lean for years, I'm addicted
It ain't nothin' to brag about but I'm experienced
I ain't been asleep in days, I'm delirious
You will never make it in the street, you ain't serious
My nigga boostin' credit scores like Experian
Punch a hunnid' phones, then go sell 'em in Liberia
Doggy think he 'bout to rob me, he must be ignorant
You got a better chance on going to Egypt and building pyramids
It ain't considered dog shit unless it's a light fifty
I got a hunnid' hunnid's on me, I dont like fifties
You want some lean? Call-, he be pint whippin'
I would say his name, but that'd be dry snitchin'
I'm thinking should I drop a Patek or just sky dwell it
Take a nigga chain, if it's real then I might sell it
Niggas sweat they froze with fake jewlery, bro yo ice meltin'
Said you got that chain from Gary, you a lie teller
I can really get some oil, 'cause I know Arabs
You had a run for thirty days, that shit ain't last
I know a spot OT that's greener than some fake grass
You dropped a whole pint but it ain't break you, 'cause it ain't glass
I dropped a six of vintage red, that shit broke me down
Before you hit a lick on us, you better scope it out
I can ask a random bitch for head, she 'gon blow me down
Thirty bitches with us in the club, but ain't no hoes around
Four nicks and FNs, I don't play with nines
AKs and .223 bullets'll break yo spine
If I drop some change on you, boy, then it ain't no dimes
I can't even drink a deuce of lean, that's a waste of time
My granny still'll pop a nigga and she eighty nine
I guess it's in my genes
You got a ten in yo safe, that shit in my jeans
I know a nigga who up a hunnid, but still drinking green
My bitch caught me cheatin', I couldn't do shit but play Billie Jean
If the lights on, we got a fresh batch like Krispy Kreme
John got a check for eighty bands, but he still a fiend
My nigga turned into KD, he on a different team
These hoes the same way, they'll do anything to get a ring
Lit but I'm the star on the top, y'all a Christmas tree
I got a headache
Fuck some water, I'ma stop the game and take a Tech break
I knew that wasn't no Hellcat, he ain't have red breaks
Fuck a piece of paper in a bank, I'm on a check chase
I just ran up a hunnid, I need a leg brace
Remember when I worked a 9 to 5, like "when the next break?"
Sucked me up for so long, she need a neck brace
Finger fuck the racks and record it, that's a sex tape
