letra de headshots only - lil gunsmoke
[intro]
long live my brother, he smoked your b-tch-ass cousin (p-ssy)
(this sh-t gon’ be wicked, ghost)
go (boom, boom)
[chorus]
go, iced out rollie, f-ck that presi’ (bling, b-tch)
different colored pills like i’m playin’ with candy (perk, perk)
ran through the trap, all fent and xannies (bags)
or i’ll rob a p-ssy flexin’ his grammys (f-ck boy)
chat disappear, these hoes be messy (hoe)
rookie-ass opp, lil’ b-tch wasn’t ready (never)
headshot, headshot, turn his ass to spaghetti (boom, boom)
talkin’ on me won’t bring your mans back (nah)
caught one in his chest, now he wearin’ a sh-t-bag (p-ssy)
i don’t got picks, i’ll smoke his mama if i get mad (on god)
go, ho wanna f-ck ‘cause she know i’m a k!ller (k!ller, k!ller)
me and drezz count way more hats than dealers (stack ‘em)
her old n-gga broke, she know that i’m realer (facts)
first night, i drill her (sl-t)
[verse]
bounce out the whip just dumpin’ and sprayin’ (grrah, grrah)
standin’ over bodies, that’s how i’m playin’ (boom)
after the hit, me and murda just laughin’ (ha-ha)
for my dog kane, they know i’m crashin’ (crash out)
if you want smoke, drop lo’, i’ll find you (b-tch)
hand lil’ bro ten, he catch a head too (go)
don’t spin with these rats, these n-ggas gon’ tell you (snitch)
for my dog smoke, you know i slid through (forever)
high-speed chase right after the pop (skrrt)
b-tch suck d-ck ‘cause i’m lit off top (hoe)
sixteen bands if you want you a block (brick)
lost my stick, f-ck it, give me the chop (switch, boom)
only sippin’ on wock, i don’t f-ck with fake (nah)
gdk for the set, b-tch, we don’t debate (f-ck ‘em)
this a new pack, p-ssy boy turned to vape (smoked him)
[interlude]
yeah, life’s great, but it sucks to be an opp right now (facts, b-tch)
sucks to be your broke-ass brother (hoe)
sucks to be your scary-ass gang (p-ssy)
you watchin’ me now, it sucks to be you (lame f-ck)
[chorus]
go, iced out rollie, f-ck that presi’ (bling, b-tch)
different colored pills like i’m playin’ with candy (perk, perk)
ran through the trap, all fent and xannies (bags)
or i’ll rob a p-ssy flexin’ his grammys (f-ck boy)
chat disappear, these hoes be messy (hoe)
rookie-ass opp, lil’ b-tch wasn’t ready (never)
headshot, headshot, turn his ass to spaghetti (boom, boom)
talkin’ on me won’t bring your mans back (nah)
caught one in his chest, now he wearin’ a sh-t-bag (p-ssy)
i don’t got picks, i’ll smoke his mama if i get mad (on god)
go, ho wanna f-ck ‘cause she know i’m a k!ller (k!ller, k!ller)
me and drezz count way more hats than dealers (stack ‘em)
her old n-gga broke, she know that i’m realer (facts)
first night, i drill her (sl-t)
[outro]
long live my brother, he smoked your b-tch-ass cousin (b-tch)
go (boom, boom)
go (ghost808)
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