Hair Salon

(专辑： D-Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape - 2022)

From the barbershops to the hair salons (Yeah)
My name stay on your head
I'ma catch hypothermia, dawg
Let that sink in
Hahaha, suckers

Read the headlines, bitch-ass nigga, it's bedtime
My nigga fresh home, he on swole from doing that fed time (What's going on, nigga? Gangsta)
Got the big ol' BG from my stomach to my chest (Tatted)
Bought my bitch some brand new silicone, double D, big breasts
Enterprise around my neck, going live for my respect
Ain't a life that I won't spare, they going wild about my hair
She in her feelings, I don't care, I'm a player (So what, bitch?)
Why these Marks talking down on a gangster? (Punk-ass nigga)
Ahh, I seen them blue lights, thought about my two strikes (Fuck)
Jumped out and run 'cause I can't do life (Hahaha)
Lil' voice in my head saying, "Kill 'em" (Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em)
Lil' voice in my head demanding millions (Money, money, money)

6 AM, I was in my drawers running from the law, ducking the dawgs
On this mic, I don't say shit that's false (Nope)
Shit, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talking about me (Bitch)

Ayy, when you talk about me, talk about top three (Yeah)
Ayy, I tell no lies, on and off of that beat (Straight up)
Ayy, my niggas yell, "Cause," but your mama ain't my auntie (This my auntie)
Ayy, some my niggas yell, "Blood," but for all my niggas I bleed (Gang)
Woke up in the morning with a vendetta
I need the Velveeta, I gotta get bread up (Cheese)
Fuck all that linking, I'm stacking my Lincolns
Don't meet random bitches, it might be a setup
Real niggas don't fall for the get-up
I get up early, your bitch make the bed up (Ha)
You and I let her beef, and if you let us
Don't give a fuck if I was keto-dieting (No way)
Give us a reason, my people is rioting (Bitch)
I try to keep peace, but they trying it
Must be a lease 'cause we is not buying it (Straight up)
I'm talking 'bout all of that shit you been selling
You niggas would gas up a Tesla (Pff)
Fuck all that talk about who you think next up
Four fingers, boy, the West up (Facts)
Six, five, see 8th Street, yeah, nigga, right off of Western (Hmm)
Real Hunger Games in my section, be the hungriest
A nigga hunger off some boney shit
Cody Macc on that lonely shit
In my own lane, moving forty-six
Taking my time, moving at my own pace
Yeah, nigga, I'm in my own race, bitch

6 AM, I was in my drawers running from the law, ducking the dawgs
On this mic, I don't say shit that's false (Nope)
Shit, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talking about me (Bitch)

Yeah, look, REASON speaking, so your girl is moving
Wait, pussy-killer, I deserve the rumors, huh
Lived through my pain and put my verses through it
Put the words into it
Nigga, this top shit
If there's hoes in it, I goes in it, for sure in it
Pussy cold, I done froze in it
Tell her bring a friend, we can both get it, wait
Came up Eastside, nigga
Ho's texts, I don't respond, nigga
Pull a bad bitch in a Nissan, nigga
We get to arguing, I flip shit
Like B-Side, I'm too high, three high
I smoke, she drive, living like I got three lives
Fucking like I got three wives
My eyes, swear that it's recline
I like my women and whips foreign, all of my whores be V size
Let's rewind, it's pressure baby shit
She next to a cold nigga, her soul lifting
My money talk, these hoes listen
Wait, I only fuck gold diggers
Hit it from the side, I pose hitters
Scream out to the neighbors
Be the women that got her a nigga
'Cause bitch, it's one time and mine is all be taken
Money I'm chasing, REAS'

6 AM, I was in my drawers running from the law, ducking the dawgs
On this mic, I don't say shit that's false (Nope)
Shit, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talking about me (Bitch)