Headies all aroun town, fat shit comin' down, y'all gotta be patient
Catch a rook, Servin lines, and then they mine, they shouldn't be waitin
Some heads want up, some heads want down, got different patience
And got a snatch phone filled with tweaks and they be quakin
The SUV, I'm hoppin' out, lookin' like Jason
Is Laavon' on the beat, I'm cookin' up like, what you makin
Double-dually glocks, they stick together like they datin
F*ck, five-zero, I'm on my grind, ain't talkin' bout no skatin
Wearlilpso, don't try nothin' though, because we drak shit
Uh, no, lil' bro, gon' lose yo' fro, can't let you take shit
Dat glock, two-zero, my no, just know that be my favorite
Hit through the door, knock-knock, kicked door like we was raidin
Pick up the Glocks, can't box, no ops, not with the fadin
All kinds of Glocks, yo, that's a whop, talkin' bout tradin
Ram truck off-road, hit grass and float, droppin' through wastelands
Sideline ass niggas still on the bench if you ain't makin ten
Headies all aroun town, fat shit comin' down, y'all gotta be patient
Catch a rook, Servin lines, and then they mine, they shouldn't be waitin
Some heads want up, some heads want down, got different patience
And got a snatch phone filled with tweaks and they be quakin
I got a black phone, filled with geeks, and they be twackin
You gon' find out I don't be fakin' when I'm rappin
Laavon da goat JFO, my bro, he got the MAC-10
Like, roll him up, won't pass the blunt, go check who tag him
Hop out on this beat, I got some shit to say, can't fake it
Say you is my friend, but you been stealin, you been snakin
Had enough of this shit, when I'm done, you gon' be brainless
Pull up on your block, I got that pole, I'm totin and stainless
Don't, don't, don't matchout speeds, dem taps wit me
Dey known to drak shi
Lil' Gap had clubs, I rolled the show, bet they can't make this
Da' Price is right, I'm comin, bro, it gotta make sense
They talk about this and talk about that, whole time be fakin
Whole time you fakin, why the f*ck you playin
Snitchin' up on gang, all in that offense you portrayin
Gotta keep my circle tight, ain't no room for the snakes now
When we catch you out in public, your ass gon' be quakin
Headies all aroun town, fat shit comin' down, y'all gotta be patient
Catch a rook, Servin lines, and then they mine, they shouldn't be waitin
Some heads want up, some heads want down, got different patience
And got a snatch phone filled with tweaks and they be quakin
The SUV, I'm hoppin' out, lookin' like Jason
Is Laavon' on the beat, I'm cookin' up like, what you makin
Double-dually glocks, they stick together like they datin
F*ck, five-zero, I'm on my grind, ain't talkin' bout no skatin
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Headies all aroun town, fat shit comin' down, y'all gotta be patient
Catch a rook, Servin lines, and then they mine, they shouldn't be waitin
Some heads want up, some heads want down, got different patience
And got a snatch phone filled with tweaks and they be quakin
The SUV, I'm hoppin' out, lookin' like Jason
Is Laavon' on the beat, I'm cookin' up like, what you makin
Double-dually glocks, they stick together like they datin
F*ck, five-zero, I'm on my grind, ain't talkin' bout no skatin
Wearlilpso, don't try nothin' though, because we drak shit
Uh, no, lil' bro, gon' lose yo' fro, can't let you take shit
Dat glock, two-zero, my no, just know that be my favorite
Hit through the door, knock-knock, kicked door like we was raidin
Pick up the Glocks, can't box, no ops, not with the fadin
All kinds of Glocks, yo, that's a whop, talkin' bout tradin
Ram truck off-road, hit grass and float, droppin' through wastelands
Sideline ass niggas still on the bench if you ain't makin ten
Headies all aroun town, fat shit comin' down, y'all gotta be patient
Catch a rook, Servin lines, and then they mine, they shouldn't be waitin
Some heads want up, some heads want down, got different patience
And got a snatch phone filled with tweaks and they be quakin
I got a black phone, filled with geeks, and they be twackin
You gon' find out I don't be fakin' when I'm rappin
Laavon da goat JFO, my bro, he got the MAC-10
Like, roll him up, won't pass the blunt, go check who tag him
Hop out on this beat, I got some shit to say, can't fake it
Say you is my friend, but you been stealin, you been snakin
Had enough of this shit, when I'm done, you gon' be brainless
Pull up on your block, I got that pole, I'm totin and stainless
Don't, don't, don't matchout speeds, dem taps wit me
Dey known to drak shi
Lil' Gap had clubs, I rolled the show, bet they can't make this
Da' Price is right, I'm comin, bro, it gotta make sense
They talk about this and talk about that, whole time be fakin
Whole time you fakin, why the f*ck you playin
Snitchin' up on gang, all in that offense you portrayin
Gotta keep my circle tight, ain't no room for the snakes now
When we catch you out in public, your ass gon' be quakin
Headies all aroun town, fat shit comin' down, y'all gotta be patient
Catch a rook, Servin lines, and then they mine, they shouldn't be waitin
Some heads want up, some heads want down, got different patience
And got a snatch phone filled with tweaks and they be quakin
The SUV, I'm hoppin' out, lookin' like Jason
Is Laavon' on the beat, I'm cookin' up like, what you makin
Double-dually glocks, they stick together like they datin
F*ck, five-zero, I'm on my grind, ain't talkin' bout no skatin
Catch a rook, Servin lines, and then they mine, they shouldn't be waitin
Some heads want up, some heads want down, got different patience
And got a snatch phone filled with tweaks and they be quakin
The SUV, I'm hoppin' out, lookin' like Jason
Is Laavon' on the beat, I'm cookin' up like, what you makin
Double-dually glocks, they stick together like they datin
F*ck, five-zero, I'm on my grind, ain't talkin' bout no skatin
Wearlilpso, don't try nothin' though, because we drak shit
Uh, no, lil' bro, gon' lose yo' fro, can't let you take shit
Dat glock, two-zero, my no, just know that be my favorite
Hit through the door, knock-knock, kicked door like we was raidin
Pick up the Glocks, can't box, no ops, not with the fadin
All kinds of Glocks, yo, that's a whop, talkin' bout tradin
Ram truck off-road, hit grass and float, droppin' through wastelands
Sideline ass niggas still on the bench if you ain't makin ten
Headies all aroun town, fat shit comin' down, y'all gotta be patient
Catch a rook, Servin lines, and then they mine, they shouldn't be waitin
Some heads want up, some heads want down, got different patience
And got a snatch phone filled with tweaks and they be quakin
I got a black phone, filled with geeks, and they be twackin
You gon' find out I don't be fakin' when I'm rappin
Laavon da goat JFO, my bro, he got the MAC-10
Like, roll him up, won't pass the blunt, go check who tag him
Hop out on this beat, I got some shit to say, can't fake it
Say you is my friend, but you been stealin, you been snakin
Had enough of this shit, when I'm done, you gon' be brainless
Pull up on your block, I got that pole, I'm totin and stainless
Don't, don't, don't matchout speeds, dem taps wit me
Dey known to drak shi
Lil' Gap had clubs, I rolled the show, bet they can't make this
Da' Price is right, I'm comin, bro, it gotta make sense
They talk about this and talk about that, whole time be fakin
Whole time you fakin, why the f*ck you playin
Snitchin' up on gang, all in that offense you portrayin
Gotta keep my circle tight, ain't no room for the snakes now
When we catch you out in public, your ass gon' be quakin
Headies all aroun town, fat shit comin' down, y'all gotta be patient
Catch a rook, Servin lines, and then they mine, they shouldn't be waitin
Some heads want up, some heads want down, got different patience
And got a snatch phone filled with tweaks and they be quakin
The SUV, I'm hoppin' out, lookin' like Jason
Is Laavon' on the beat, I'm cookin' up like, what you makin
Double-dually glocks, they stick together like they datin
F*ck, five-zero, I'm on my grind, ain't talkin' bout no skatin
Writer: KME Laavon
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