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letra de headpop - jenn carter

[intro: jenn carter & kyle richh]

grrah
d-mn, notti, like, notti
it’s carter, d-ckhead
grrah, grrah

[verse 1: jenn carter]
keep a knocker, two sticks
that boy a dummy, got put in a ditch (grrah-grrah, boom)
and my n-ggas stay melatin, they cannot switch
like, put the beam on his hip (grrah-grrah, what?)
catch flex, not friends
if i find me a b-tch, she gon’ turn to a villain (grrah-grrah, boom)
i’m a beast, out of the village
dum—dump that knocker, windows is tinted (it’s carter, d-ckhead)
ayo, jah, chase down gang, rip that v, throw like a hunnid (like, what?)
tata, bli—blitz both ways
we two deep and this .40 got drummin’
[verse 2: kyle richh]
don’t run when this gun get to bustin’
knot on my body, i don’t need n0body (like, what?)
f-ck—, f-ck charlie
like, he was dissin’, got put in the molly (grrah-grrah-grrah)
d-mn, he got hit in his skull (like, what?), hea—head pop, now his brains on fire (d-mn-d-mn-d-mn)
he got sent to the sky, no dove (like, what?)
like, gotta cl!ck (b-tch) when the push come to shove (d-mn-d-mn-d-mn)
ayo, jerry, what we doin’?
and we off the wock’ no flocka
like, what we smokin’? osama
like, yo, shiek, go dump that knocker
told bro, “pop out wit’ the sitchy” (do a hit)
like, sh-t get sticky if i can’t get the iffy
i’m on his block, tryna see how is block work (like, what?)
like (b-tch), it’s a pd when we find blockwork (d-mn-d-mn-d-mn)
and notti ain’t make it to highschool
noah got beat like makeup (alley)
o—omens, gotta wake up
like, lil’ bro caught a—, off the wake up (like, what?)
dotty dead, n-gga died off a bean (dotty)

[verse 3: jerry west & kyle richh]
4s in the spot then we clearin’ the scene
sb a demon, he flock out the v
if that b-tch is a thot, i don’t give her the d
he got caught in the train, wasn’t fast on his feet
and if i got a deuce, then i pass it to shiek
notti boppin’, and if i catch a o, then he droppin’
you not 41-k, n-gga, stop it
backdoor open, you better unlock it
’cause i’m slime
and that n-gga got caught in a dream ’cause it wasn’t on time
i got a switch on my gun then i double it up, then i gotta combine
jah woo, that’s my heart
comin’ outside, we got 4100
i can’t wait ’til i run into blockwork, can’t even find ’em, that n-gga be duckin’, grrah
told bro, “don’t stop dumpin'”
like, n-gga see me, heart start pumpin’
[verse 4: leeky jack]
n-ggas dissin’, what for?
n-ggas mad ’cause we up on the score (charlie)
ca—catch my a mitchy, send ’em to the lord
l—l—leeky (grrt, baow) gon’ leave ’em leakin’ on the floor (baow-baow-baow)
since a youngin’, always kept a charge
i had my—i had my mother always in the courts ([?])
all them cases, a young n-gga caught, for them robberies, hammers, and all them assaults (baow-baow-baow)
13, tried to hit up the doors
hi—hit ’em, and watch ’em losin’ their results (grrah)
all that sh-t that a young n-gga saw
n-ggas was [?], i was right on my porch (what?)
it’s aight’ ’cause we up on the score
ja—ja—jackpot, hit a n-gga, now he gone (jackpot)
we are not worried ’bout oppositions, when the glock is spittin’ everybody fall (baow-baow-baow), like
late night, posted up on the jack (on the jack)
they know that i was totin’ on a mac (mac, like)
false move, n-gga you gon’ get clapped
when i up, one down, n-ggas know it’s a wrap (baow-rrah-rrah)
jackpot, they don’t really understand us
catch opp, hit them n-ggas wit’ the hammer (gang-gang-gang)
fat chop, hit that n-gga now he dancin’
i start releasin’ (like), let them n-ggas panic (baow-baow-baow), like
and it’s every o shot, b-tches get dropped, smokin’ on his pops and sh-t (die y, die y)
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout them chops, never bend the block, all they do is politic (baow-baow-baow)
all my n-ggas totin’ props and sh-t
run up on me (leg-shot), you get popped and sh-t
we do not care about oppositions (like), we got choppa-sitions for the opps and sh-t (grrah, baow-baow)
like, one opp got hit in the neck
‘nother opp n-gga not feelin’ his legs (like)
another got hit in his stomach and sh-t and them other two n-ggas is dead (oh my god)
like, me and my n-ggas we buggin’ and sh-t
ain’t nothin’ to let off two legs
i call on tmac, brodie gon’ relap, that n-gga buggin’, that n-gga [?]
how could i lack and i keep me a .9?
how i’m gon’ die if it’s not my time?
you can k!lled for dissin’ one of mine
we gon’ get to cl!ckin’, that n-gga rewind (that n-gga rewind), like
[outro]
[naytier?], you done zoed up

- jenn carter

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