Headshot

(album: Destined 2 Win - 2021)

Pipe that shit up, TnT
Tahj Money
Dmac on the fucking track
Bordeaux and Non Native

I'm the one who tried to make a way when we was struggling
I remember rain, sleet, and snow, I was hustling
Know the feds watching, middle fingers to the government
Glock in this Louis pouch, nigga, I ain't tussling
Catfish, he don't really know who he fucking with
Opps send a message, you grab a Drac' to rebuttal it
Had a undertaker at your tombstone, shoveling
Hell yeah, hollows bound to chew 'em like some Doublemint
Made it out the field with some niggas I was thugging with
We'll send some shots through they crowd while they huddling
I'm the type to leave it in the streets, I ain't discussing it
Tryna make it flip, I need that Rolls-Royce Cullinan
Old bitches tripping, cut her off like a Backwood
Middle of the trenches, that's where me and the guys stood
Killers anonymous, black masks and black hoods (Yeah, uh, uh)
Walk down on him, make sure he get clapped good (Uh, uh)

I feel like the man of the hour (I do)
This gun on me (Gun on me), I'm demanding the power (Brr)
He never talk to my face (Nah), that man is a coward
Ayy, uh, uh (Yeah)
Go looking for him every hour, uh
I 'member nights in the tower (I do)
She sucking my dick out the shower
Tell her, "Be quiet," she told me fuck her even louder
Ayy, ayy, uh
Paid now (Paid now), feet up (Feet up)
All of your sneakers is beat up, uh (They are)
Percocet (Percocet), geek up (Geek up)
We see the police and we speed up
Uh, yeah, look, they tryna catch us and link us (They tryna catch us and link us)
Uh, yeah, they tryna find us (They tryna find us, nah)
But they don't know where to meet us, uh (Bow)
She wanna chill with me and all my niggas (She do)
She get extra freaky off the liquor (Uh), uh
She told us that she got a man (What?)
So we extra sneaky when I'm with her
She a lil' bad broad (Oh), she wanna go mad far (Oh-oh)
Fivio Foreign in a fast car, I'm in a fast car, uh

Fresh in the game, still see it as a blessing, the same
Hundred thousand 'round my neck for the chain
Tryna go out like a vet' in the game, put respect on my name
No security, I'm flexing with gang, I'm a real one
Reminiscing about all of my decisions
Embracing the way of living, I was running through the field, dumb
Couple niggas disrespecting, we done killed them
Keep a shooter, they won't see, he my lil' one
Thirty shots, we ain't into using lil' guns
Nigga talking like he know me, he my real son
Rap beef, fuck the cap, I'ma drill some
Put the glizzy to your melon, make you feel dumb
Headshot, all black, he won't feel nothing
Couple hollows to his back, we done filled him
Headshot or a lifelong sentence, what you need for them to label you a real one