Headshot lyrics

[Chorus]
Headshot, make a n*gga body rock
Runnin' from like thirty cops
I'ma stop, misdemeanor in my socks
Matter fact, b*tch, I'm out, man, I got a better route
Bad b*tch talkin' slick, that mean she got a better mouth (Shee—)

[Verse]
Nowadays I stick and move
No, I cannot trust these dudes
I don't ever f*ckin' lose
Can teach you how to f*ck in twos
I'll get you killed, by the n*gga that's right under you
Not the one in front of you
Talkin' 'bout that other dude
Count up right in front of you
Blew up like a innertube, now she tryna f*ck with me
Told this b*tch, "I been the move," diamonds in my other teeth
Took that b*tch right to the moon, f*cked her in my bucket sеats
Uh-uh, ain't no touchin' me, nobody as bad as me
No, they can't еxplain it with no science or anatomy
No, these n*ggas not as half as me and I'm not half a athlete
I cannot imagine all this money I made off half a piece
These n*ggas surprised that I got n*ggas that's gon' blast for me
My n*ggas they steppin', look like they got Micheal Jackson feet
I said, my b*tch she so bad you probably thought it was the ass for me
Smokin' on this gas and I can say it's just a pack for me (Woah)
Yeah, I'm unusual, yeah, come through slidin' at your funeral
We done put a hole in him bigger than a hula hoop
Made him hit the shoulder, lookin' like he doin' Uzi moves, oh my God
I done rolled my eyes when I went into the bank, because I made another million and I couldn't even think
Can't even beef with these n*ggas 'cause I don't even eat no steak
Pescatarian, so I be like, "My sh*t don't stink"
When my b*tch outside, yeah, my b*tch don't blink
When my b*tch outside, yeah, my b*tch look straight
Man, I nutted in your b*tch and I prayed for a blank
(Prayed to the block, now my pink ring on Saint)
Said I got more money than your man (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hundred-twenty racks, when the money start to stand up
Just from that statement, then she let me f*ck on camera
(She let you f*ck on camera?)
I just want the dandruff
[Chorus]
Headshot, make a n*gga body rock
Runnin' from like thirty cops
I'ma stop, misdemeanor in my socks
Matter fact, b*tch, I'm out, man, I got a better route
Bad b*tch talkin' slick, that mean she got a better mouth (Shee—)
Headshot, make a n*gga body rock
Runnin' from like thirty cops
I'ma stop, misdemeanor in my socks
Matter fact, b*tch, I'm out, man, I got a better route
Bad b*tch talkin' slick, that mean she got a better mouth (Shee—)