HEADQUARTERS Freestyle lyrics
by Lunice
[Intro]
Your n*gga Rockie checkin’ in
My n*gga Lunice on the beat
[Verse 1]
Alright I’m making new arrangements, they stuck on this same sh*t
At this point in life I’m feelin’ there’s nothing I can’t get
Expect the unexpected from the one you neglected
Nice crib, nice credit, plus I’m highly protected
I got some cool white boys, that’s some well-trained snipers
Adventurous motherf*ckers, pull up in Dodge Vipers
You think you got the drop on us? They gon’ windshield wipe you
They ain’t with the Twitter sh*t, they are not gon’ type you
Yo me I’m on some Comms sh*t, smoking some bomb sh*t
Try not to spend my money on frivolous nonsense
Dreams of getting rich, ain’t got a b*tch on my conscience
But if she with me, she got potential and promise
I break nine, I’m working all day, I’m in a great spot
Burnin’ all these motherf*ckin’ trees, I got the place hot
Me and the team could pull out all the cars and fill up eight lots
Ride with us, or just wish you signed with us, n*gga
[Verse 2]
We killin’ sh*t worldwide, these f*ckboys gotta witness
Watch these lame n*ggas try and ask for forgiveness
I gotta shout out to my women, ’cause they know we be livin’
My b*tch Mary, head good, I might wife her by Christmas
And she ain’t got a man, she ain’t got a son
She got a job, she off tonight, she say she havin’ fun
And she don’t f*ck with many n*ggas, but she know that I’m the one
I’m makin’ money and I heard that money make her come
And she love how I’m forthright, four days, four flights
I always had the foresight to see through these n*ggas
That’s probably why I’m rollin’ all in your b*tch, n*gga
Now you ball less, old chicken strip n*gga
Bloodclot, they don’t wanna see me get bigger
All gold, boy I gotta shine in every picture
Middle finger up, I give a f*ck what n*ggas think
I’m ’bout to roll another blunt, I’m ’bout to pour another drink
Faded
[Outro]
Stop the b*tchin’
Stop the b*tchin’
Stop the b*tchin’
n*gga stop the b*tchin’
Stop the b*tchin’
Stop the b*tchin’
With your barkin’ ass
(Hold on)
Stop the b*tchin’
Stop the b*tchin’
Stop the b*tchin’
n*gga stop the b*tchin’
Stop the snitchin’
And stop the b*tchin’
With your barkin’ ass