HEADPOP lyrics

[Intro: Jenn Carter & Kyle Richh]
NAITERE, you done zoed up
Grrah
Damn, Notti, like, Notti
It's Carter, di*khead
Grrah, grrah

[Verse 1: Jenn Carter]
Keep a knocker, two sticks
That boy a dummy, got put in a ditch (Grrah-grrah, boom)
And my n*ggas stay militant, they cannot switch
Like, put the beam on his hip (Grrah-grrah, what?)
Catch flights, not feelings
If I find me a b*tch, she gon' turn to a villain (Grrah-grrah, boom)
I'm a beast, out of the village
Dum-Dump that knocker, windows is tinted (It's Carter, di*khead)
Ayo, Jah, Chase Down Gang, rip that V, throw like a hunnid (Like, what?)
Tata, bli-blitz both ways
We two deep and this .40 got drummin' (Drummin')

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
Don't run when this gun get to bustin' (Bustin')
Knot on my body, I don't need nobody (Like, what?)
f*ck—, f*ck Charlie (Charlie)
Like, he was dissin', got put in the Marley (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Damn, he got hit in his skull (Like, what?), hea-head pop, now his brains on fire (Damn-damn-damn)
He got sent to the sky, no dove (Like, what?)
Like, gotta click when the push come to shove (b*tch, damn-damn-damn)
Ayy yo, Jerry, what we doin'?
And we off the Wock', no Flocka
Like, what we smokin'? Osama
Like, yo, Shiek, go dump that knocker
Told bro, "Pop out wit' the sitchy" (Like, what?)
Like, sh*t get sticky if I can't get the iffy (Iffy)
I'm on his block, tryna see how his block work (Like, what?)
Like (b*tch), it's a PD when we find Blockwork (Damn-damn-damn)
And Notti ain't make it to high school
Noah got beat like makeup (Ali)
O-Opp n*ggas, gotta wake up
Like, lil' bro caught a—, off the wake up (Like, what?)
Dotty dead, n*gga died off a beam (Dotty)
[Verse 3: Jerry West & Kyle Richh]
4s in the spot then we clearin' the scene
SB a demon, he flock out the V
If that b*tch is a thot, I don't give her the D
He got caught in the train, wasn't fast on his feet
And if I got a deuce, then I pass it to Shiek
Notti Boppin', and if I catch a O, then he droppin'
You not 41-K, n*gga, stop it
Backdoor open, you better unlock it
'Cause I'm slime
And that n*gga got caught in the train 'cause it wasn't on time
I got a switch on my gun then I double it up, then I gotta combine
Jah Woo, that's my heart
Comin' outside, we got 4100
I can't wait 'til I run into Blockwork, can't even find 'em, that n*gga be duckin', grrah
Told bro, "Don't stop dumpin'"
Like, n*gga see me, heart start pumpin'

[Verse 4: Leeky Jackson]
n*ggas dissin', what for?
n*ggas mad 'cause we up on the score (Charlie)
Ca-Catch my a Mitchy, send 'em to the lord
L-L-Leeky gon' leave 'em leakin' on the floor (Grrt, baow, baow-baow-baow)
Since a youngin', always kept a charge
I had my-I had my mother always in the courts (The f*ck)
All them cases, a young n*gga caught, for them robberies, hammers, and all them assaults (Baow-baow-baow)
13, tried to hit up the doors
Hi-Hit em and watch the news for results (Grrah)
All that sh*t that a young n*gga saw
n*ggas was triflin', I was right on my porch (What?)
It's a'ight 'cause we up on the score
Ja-Ja-Jackpot, hit a n*gga, now he gone (Jackpot)
We are not worried 'bout oppositions, when the Glock is spittin' everybody fall (Baow-baow-baow), like
Late night, posted up on the jack (On the jack)
They know that I was totin' on a MAC (MAC, like)
False move, n*gga you gon' get clapped
When I up, one down, n*ggas know it's a wrap (Baow-rrah-rrah)
Jackpot, they don't really understand us
Catch opp, hit them n*ggas wit' the hammer (Gang-gang-gang)
Fat chop, hit that n*gga now he dancin'
I start releasin' (Like), let them n*ggas panic (Baow-baow-baow), like
And it's every O shot, b*tches get dropped, smokin' on his pops and sh*t (Die O, die O)
n*ggas talkin' 'bout them chops, never bend the block, all they do is politic (Baow-baow-baow)
All my n*ggas totin' props and sh*t
Run up on me (Leg-shot), you get popped and sh*t
We do not care about oppositions (Like), we got choppa-sitions for the opps and sh*t (Grrah, baow-baow)
Like, one opp got hit in the neck
'Nother opp n*gga not feelin' his legs (Like)
Another got hit in his stomach and sh*t and them other two n*ggas is dead (Oh my God)
Like, me and my n*ggas we buggin' and sh*t
Ain't nothin' to let off two legs
I call up Tmac, brodie gon' relap, that n*gga buggin', that n*gga ED
How could I lack and I keep me a .9?
How I'm gon' die if it's not my time?
You can killed for dissin' one of mine
We gon' get to clickin', that n*gga rewind (That n*gga rewind), like
[Outro]
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