Over They Head

(álbum: Starshooter - 2021)

Ayy, hey

Niggas don't want smoke 'cause I'ma check 'em like a mistress (Huh?)
Fuck one of her partners just to send the ho a message (Just to send that bitch a message)
We got all the Glocks, it take one to leave you headless (Bah)
Tryna eat your whip up, I should've bought a beverage (Ah)
Really on that mob type, move meaner than the fellas (Hah)
Give that boy his kiss, you can't fit 'em, Cinderella (Can't fit 'em, Cinderella)
What you pay your rent with, I spend that on Margielas (Margielas)
And I don't need a beat, I get to shooting acapella (Bah)
You don't want that shit, 'cause we the type to hit your mama (Huh?)
Popping all that shit, bitch, you the type to get this llama (Ho)
Sure you want your ice out? My niggas from the bottom (Bottom)
He ain't want his rights read, he told with out a problem, nigga
You's a bitch, you was gon' tell it anyway, ayy
Ten milli' on me, I'll take any heavyweight (Bah, bah)
Got that shit, I drop twenty in the paint (Bloods)
I keep my racks up in my pockets like they fonking with the bank
Who am I? The one that make the monsters cry
One that leave your noggin dyed, you feel the pressure in my rhymes (Ayy)
Throw the rock or die, won't get a lecture if you lie
Considered ostracized, they know I'm heavy with that fire (Fire)
She call me a cat, so I might go and cop the ride (The 'Cat)
I got the location of the suckers, I'ma slide (Slide)
Throw money on your head, but who gon' pay me when you die? (You die)
Fucked her in the whip that I ain't even get to drive, ayy, ayy

I'ma do my dance, if you ain't fucking, pull your pants up (Pants up)
I can knock a bitch from out the way to set your man up (Huh?)
She don't even dance, so I'll turn her to a dancer (I'll turn her to a dancer)
Suckers only come out in the summer like a Cancer (Oh)
Tell by how I'm talking, I'll whip out and blow the hammer
And they don't want no smoke like all my niggas selling bammer (Huh?)
He ain't got no heart, so you can't see him on the scanner (Huh?)
I'm from the Murder Mizz, I got a shooter from the Manor (Huh?)

Baby, fuck a dance, if you ain't fucking, pull your pants up (Ayy, ayy)
You ain't with the shit, then why the fuck you keep your man tucked? (Huh?)
I was taught don't rap about a sucker 'til I slam one (Bah, bah)
Catfished him, thought I had a chopper, this a handgun (A handgun)
Hit a random nigga with this ah, call it fandom
Next nigga diss me on a track, I'm holding ransom (Blood)
Off the shit, I think I'm Michael Jackson how I'm dancing (Moonwalkin')
I'm the hardest level in this game, call me Ansem (On God)
Catch a nigga, turn him to a ghost, not a phantom (Not a phantom)
Niggas always talking 'bout some fades, never ran 'em (Huh?)
Like I see my favorite rapper, I'ma get to fanning (I'ma get to fannin')
Put it on the stage, then walk— ah, fuck, blood, ah (Talking shit, stop it, gang)

I'ma do my dance, if you ain't fucking, pull your pants up (Pants up)
I can knock a bitch from out the way to set your man up (Huh?)
She don't even dance, so I'll turn her to a dancer (I'll turn her to a dancer)
Suckers only come out in the summer like a Cancer (Oh)
Tell by how I'm talking, I'll whip out and blow the hammer
And they don't want no smoke like all my niggas selling bammer (Huh?)
He ain't got no heart, so you can't see him on the scanner (Huh?)
I'm from the Murder Mizz, I got a shooter from the Manor (Huh?)