Head Stand

R.I.Ps all in yo bio, that's a lot of dead man's I feel like I'm Uzi, I got super tight wit dead friends If it ain't bout dollars, I won't do it, I'm a bread fan You don't cut the check, it's on the floor just like a headstand If we locked in, it ain't no switchin' up I need it now Just pulled up in a certain car that they be dreamin' bout Why he come in here tryna act tough, now he ain't leavin' out Lil bra upped the nine and gave that nigga sumn to dream about Now he backin' up, he must've thought that I was lyin' When I say I keep a FN (fin) on me, but no, I'm not Hawaiian Hoe asked me for bread, I told her no, cause I ain't Daniel Bryan Set up hoes ah catch a bullet too, so don't you even try it No cap, man, these hoes be gettin' shot down Have you ever looked inside the face of a hot Glock round? This year, den ran up a whole lot of money, I can't stop now Yeah, they was little, but just know my pockets hold a lot now Yeah, the times change, nigga, shit change Nowadays, the hoes, they only call me by my nickname How I been runnin' up the bag, I think I got a pit stain A nigga thought he caught me lackin', fucked around and hit mane The whole city heard me pop him, niggas know it ain't no mystery He shoulda heard me when I said I keep a stick with me We creepin' up, Libro be rinsin' shit like it was Listerine You catch a opp, you better up the Glock and leave him history I don't ever hesitate, and if I do, then that's rare Usually when I catch a nigga lackin', I shoot at his hair They don't f*ck with me, cause I can do some shit you can't repair Why he try to go home with my chain and he ain't make it there? R.I.P.'s, all in yo bio, that's a lot of dead man's I feel like I'm Uzi, I got super tight with dead friends If it ain't bout dollars, I won't do it, I'm a bread fan You don't cut the check, it's on the floor just like a Headstand This a buckshot, and that's why he ain't even see it comin If you mention me, then mention all the shit that I been thumbin' Pushin' P, I'm smokin' wedding cake from all the way in London Dreads all in my face, that's why they always think I'm up to somethin But I ain't even finna lie, shit, I might be Glocky on my hip in case a nigga try to fight me Yo, bitch, in my house chillin', we connected like a type C But how I'm feelin' I might ever eat the dick like ice cream She like balls in her mouth, we at Topgolf She say that my feet ugly, but I f*ck her with my socks off A lot of bitches out here tryna get they niggas knocked off That ain't including me if that's my hoe, she would've shot y'all Cause she be loadin up the tech, she just lock the Bonny to my Clyde Why these niggas dissin' on the net? like they ain't tryna hide Bounty on his ass, he nothin' more than just a dollar sign I could get a nigga head cut off if I go spend a dime But if I spend a quarter, I can get his body gone I'm tryna get rich, so I been with that nigga Roddy on Lil' hoe in my crib, she tryna f*ck me to a naughty song Nigga said he gon' pop out and kill me, but he probably won't Matter of fact, hell no, I can't take the chance If he make a threat, we gotta find that nigga in advance When I get the low, I turn his head into a couple bands When he caught him lackin', lil' bro had to hit the money dance