HeadBanger (feat. FpScoot)

I ain't gon' post it till I'm gone They still gon' post him cause he gone Don't know what made who I am But I ain't in the right and wrong I'm tryna get a nigga gone Hell yeah, just drop the lo Mask on, gloves on Ain't no talkin', with this pole You ain't slid for me so I can't call your ass a bro You ain't did shit for me So what the f*ck I need you for Had niggas kill for me And we good at gettin' lo's Got some niggas throwin' fives And some niggas throwin' fours Still makin' pussies, hit the floor That's all he got, well, I need more Face to face and hand to hand Ain't no talkin' on them phones On that business where I stand Underground, where you gon' go Got used to coppin', by the load I used to cop it as I go These niggas pussy and I know Tell that nigga, duck his fro Tryna catch a nigga laughin' Hell yeah, up the score Tryna beef over a bitch I can't trip on none of these hoes He kissin' dick, I fucked her throat He a hoe, don't want no smoke Shots up at his body Bitches hit like Rocky I been gettin' money lately I ain't gon' say I'm gettin' cocky Only way I'm gettin' chubby from them pockets, keep em stocky Have a nigga leanin' off that drink like he was sippin' Wocky Oh Dre said he gon' kill for me Then I'ma kill for you It's a switch up on it so it's bound to drop a few When them boys come around, know they ain't got a clue Send a bitch up in this session get the lo, so we gon' hit the Stu We the type to get shit back in blood But I don't know about you And I got this shit up out the mud But I can clean up too Told your bitch that she can hit my jack like bae don't leave your shoes Nigga feel like Handy Manny now cause I like to keep a tool Can never kill about no bitch when pockets empty, hoes don't go Need his face, mask on catch his ass like Ricky Split him, I done tagged his backbone I done tagged his backbone