letra de headless - yves (rap)
[intro]
uncut
[chorus]
uh, yuh, everything you said i couldn’t do, i just did, b-tch, uh
i been so high, i might slip up and pull the trigger on that p-ssy boy then k!ll him
i-i can’t with this b-tch in my dms, this lil’ ho tryna play on some sick sh-t
i-i walk around with two hundred on me at all times, your money anorexic, uh
[verse]
i just stepped up in the party, i’m just tryna give that p-ssy boy a message
he-he won’t think this sh-t funny when i pull up on him with a smith & wesson
this motherf-cker tryna get up on me, i’ma put him down just like his best friend
you ain’t ever gon’ k!ll me, bro, i’ll walk around the trap headless
i just poured up with the thc, i can’t even walk, oh-oh, she a fan of me, i can’t even talk to her
i forgot about the lean in my cup, why this b-tch tryna paint me like a bother?
i’ma put that thot down like a dog, i’m the top dog, i ain’t no fodder
i’ma treat the b-tch just like her father, i count money, that boy ain’t count a dollar
i’ma cut the trap up like mikasa, watch me blow your whole rent on prada (system malfunctioning)
told my driver hit the gas, he gotta floor it, i’m just tryna beat the timer
yeah, i don’t need no bodyguard, i’ll run inside your trap like i’m a 49er
i can’t f-ck with this ho, i see through her t–th she a lil’ liar
he tryna fight me, i said, “bet”, but he can’t find me if he dead though
i’m putting 5.56s in his chest, yeah, he finna strike out like a met now
i’ll take the oxy’ off my f-cking lip, watch me go paint the walls red now
this dumb b-tch in my f-cking head, i’m too geeked up to leave the bed now
[chorus]
uh, yuh, everything you said i couldn’t do, i just did, b-tch, uh
i been so high, i might slip up and pull the trigger on that p-ssy boy then k!ll him
i-i can’t with this b-tch in my dms, this lil’ ho tryna play on some sick sh-t
i-i walk around with two hundred on me at all times, your money anorexic
huh, yuh, everything you said i couldn’t do, i just did, b-tch, uh
i been so high, i might slip up and pull the trigger on that p-ssy boy then k!ll him
i-i can’t with this b-tch in my dms, this lil’ ho tryna play on some sick sh-t
i-i walk around with two hundred on me at all times, your money anore—
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