Headshot

Pipe that shit up, TnT Tahj Money Dmac on the fuckin' track Bordeaux and Non Native [Verse 1: Polo G & Fivio Foreign] I'm the one who tried to make a way when we was strugglin' I remember rain, sleet, and snow, I was hustlin' Know the feds watchin', middle fingers to the government Glock in this Louis pouch, nigga, I ain't tusslin' Catfish, he don't really know who he fuckin' with Opps send a message, you grab a Drac' to rebuttal it Had a undertaker at your tombstone, shovelin' Hell yeah, hollows bound to chew 'em like some Doublemint Made it out the field with somе niggas I was thuggin' with We'll send some shots through thеy crowd while they huddlin' I'm the type to leave it in the streets, I ain't discussin' it Tryna make it flip, I need that Rolls-Royce Cullinan Old bitches trippin', cut her off like a Backwood Middle of the trenches, that's where me and the guys stood Killers anonymous, black masks and black hoods (Yeah, uh, uh) Walk down on him, make sure he get clapped good (Uh, uh) [Verse 2: Fivio Foreign & Lil Tjay] I feel like the man of the hour (I do) This gun on me (Gun on me), I'm demandin' the power (Brr) He never talk to my face (Nah), that man is a coward Ayy, uh, uh (Yeah) Go lookin' for him every hour, uh I 'member nights in the tower (I do) She suckin' my dick out the shower Tell her, "Be quiet," she told me, "Fuck me even louder" Ayy, ayy, uh Paid now (Paid now), feet up (Feet up) All of your sneakers is beat up (They are) Percocet (Percocet), geek up (Geek up) You see the police and we speed up Uh, yeah, look, they tryna catch us and link us (They tryna catch us and link us) Uh, yeah, they tryna find us But they don't know where to meet us, uh (Bow) She wanna chill with me and all my niggas (She do) She get extra freaky off the liquor (Uh), uh She told us that she got a man (What?) So we extra sneaky when I'm with her She a lil' bad broad (Uh), she wanna go mad far (Uh-uh) Fivio Foreign in a fast car, I'm in a fast car, uh [Verse 3: Lil Tjay] Fresh in the game, still see it as a blessin', the same Hundred thousand 'round my neck for the chain Tryna go out like a vet' in the game, put respect on my name No security, I'm flexin' with gang, I'm a real one Reminiscin' about all of my decisions Embracin' the way of livin', I was runnin' through the field, dumb Couple niggas disrespectin', we done killed them Keep a shooter, they won't see, he my lil' one Thirty shots, we ain't into usin' lil' guns Nigga talkin' like he know me, he my real son Rap beef, fuck the cap, I'ma drill some Put the glizzy to your melon, make you feel dumb Headshot, all black, he won't feel nothin' Couple hollows to his back, we done filled him Headshot or a lifelong sentence, what you need for them to label you a real one