Hair Salon lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama & G Perico]
From the barbershops to the hair salons (Yeah)
Our name stay on your head
I'ma catch hypothermia, dog
Let that sink in
Hahaha, suckers

[Verse 1: G Perico]
Read the headlines, b*tch-ass n*gga, it's bedtime
My n*gga fresh home, he on swole from doin' that fed time (Welcome home, n*gga, Gangsta)
Got the big ol' BG from my stomach to my chest (Tatted)
Bought my b*tch some brand new silicone, double D, big breasts
Enterprise around my neck, goin' live for my respect
Ain't a life that I won't spare, they goin' wild about my hair
She in hеr feelings, I don't care, I'm a player (So what, b*tch?)
Why thesе marks talkin' down on a gangster? (Punk-ass n*gga)
Uh, seen the blue lights, thought about my two strikes (f*ck)
Jump out and run 'cause I can't do life (Hahaha)
Lil' voice in my head sayin', "Kill 'em" (Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em)
Lil' voice in my head demandin' millions (Money, money, money)

[Chorus: G Perico]
6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs
On this mic', I don't say sh*t that's false (Nope)
G, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (b*tch)
[Verse 2: Cozz]
Ayy, when you talk about me (Me), talk about top three, ayy (Yeah)
I tell no lies on and off of that beat, ayy (Straight up)
My n*ggas yell, "Cuz," but your mama ain't my auntie, ayy (This my auntie)
Some my n*ggas yell, "Blood," but for all my n*ggas I bleed, yeah (Gang)
Woke up in the mornin' with a vendetta
I need the Velveeta, I gotta get bread up (Cheese)
f*ck all that linkin', I'm stackin' my Lincolns
Don't meet brand-new b*tches, it might be a setup
Real n*ggas don't fall for the get-up
I get up early, your b*tch make the bed up (Ha)
We would not let up even if you let us
Don't give a f*ck if I was keto dietin' (No way)
Give us a reason, my people is riotin' (b*tch)
I try to keep peace, but they tryin' it
Must be a lease 'cause we is not buyin' it (Straight up)
I'm talkin' 'bout all of that sh*t you been sellin'
You n*ggas would gas up a Tesla (Pfft)
f*ck all that talk about who you think next up
Four fingers, brought the West up (Facts)
Six, five, see 8th Street, yeah, n*gga, right off of Western (Hmm)
Real Hunger Games in my section, be the hungriest
A n*gga hunger off some bony sh*t
Cody Macc on that lonely sh*t
In my own lane, movin' forty-six
Takin' my time, movin' at my own pace
Yeah, n*gga, I'm in my own race, b*tch
[Chorus: G Perico]
6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs
On this mic', I don't say sh*t that's false (Nope)
G, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (b*tch)

[Verse 3: REASON]
Yeah, look, REASON speakin', so your girl is movin'
Wait, pus*y killer, I deserve the rumors, huh
Lived through my pain and put my verses through it
Put the worst into it
n*gga, this Top sh*t, if it's hoes in it, I goes in it, for sure in it
pus*y cold, I done froze in it
Tell her, "Bring a friend, we could both get it," wait
Came up Eastside, n*gga
Hoes texts, I don't respond, n*gga
Pull a bad b*tch in a Nissan, n*gga
We get to arguin', I flip sh*t like B-Side
I'm too high, three high
I smoke, she drive, livin' like I got three lives
f*ckin' like I got three wives
My eyes slanted, it's reclined
I like my women and whips foreign, all of my whores be V sized
Let's rewind, it's pressure, baby, sh*t
She next to a cold n*gga, her soul lifted
My money talk, these hoes listen
Wait, I only f*ck gold diggers
Hit it from the side, I pose in it, scream out to the neighbors
Need a woman that got her a n*gga 'cause, b*tch, you want time and mine is all taken
Money, I'm chasin', REAS'
[Chorus: G Perico]
6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs
On this mic', I don't say sh*t that's false (Nope)
G, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (b*tch)