Y'all wanna shoot me in the brain so I dyed my hair
Mother f*cker disappear when he find my lair
Don't got no time leave em tied right there
And it's back to tool shed making every fool dead
When they f*ck with me if you a bitch say a word
I cut titties back in my dungeon but the dude got loose
Had a gun on my hip cocked back to shoot
F*ck the bullets coming after you
I don't know why I been up laughing and shit
Cause he laying on the ground with an axe in his ribs
Told em it can get more graphic than this
Bitch I'm T-Money f*ck the cash that is spent rather buy pills
OD no accident f*ck gold digging bitches no pad to live and
F*ck a pussy a man that be acting kid goddamn
Taking souls I ain't putting down the basket
Bitch already taken mine from my lasting
Wish rip ya f*cking heart out and ya back to hit
I got choices let em bleed out nah f*ck these voices
Only if I get what I want Rolls Royces' okay alright
I'm too bored if you say so gotta battle two horns one halo
I'ma new storm no rain coat
Body parts with a lock in a case closed needa get high
Every day to stay low you suck dick so much where ya
Knee cups going hard like a street does no bumps on
My road don't know who is in the trunk I don't give
No f*ck prolly someone who deserve it drive me crazy
Like you only got a permit I'ma dissect your skin like Kermit
I don't wanna die bitch we ain't conversing on the
Highway saw a street that I could turn in what's ya last
World fore' this fire get to burning f*ck you you'll never
Get away with this lit up a cigarette with a take a hit threw
On the pavement got the gas going flame to bits ya lucky
Numbers seven mine is eight or six you a bitch
And ya raps better saving it
Taking souls I ain't putting down the basket
Bitch already taken mine from my lasting
Wish rip ya f*cking heart out and ya back to hit
I got choices let em bleed out nah f*ck these voices
Only if I get what I want Rolls Royces' okay alright
I'm too bored if you say so gotta battle two horns one halo
I'ma new storm no rain coat
Lit up a cigarette with a take to hit threw it on the pavement
Got the gas going flame to bits ya lucky numbers
Seven mine is eight or six you a bitch
And ya raps better saving it
Young Pressure - 2 Horns 1 Halo Lyrics
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Y'all wanna shoot me in the brain so I dyed my hair
Mother f*cker disappear when he find my lair
Don't got no time leave em tied right there
And it's back to tool shed making every fool dead
When they f*ck with me if you a bitch say a word
I cut titties back in my dungeon but the dude got loose
Had a gun on my hip cocked back to shoot
F*ck the bullets coming after you
I don't know why I been up laughing and shit
Cause he laying on the ground with an axe in his ribs
Told em it can get more graphic than this
Bitch I'm T-Money f*ck the cash that is spent rather buy pills
OD no accident f*ck gold digging bitches no pad to live and
F*ck a pussy a man that be acting kid goddamn
Taking souls I ain't putting down the basket
Bitch already taken mine from my lasting
Wish rip ya f*cking heart out and ya back to hit
I got choices let em bleed out nah f*ck these voices
Only if I get what I want Rolls Royces' okay alright
I'm too bored if you say so gotta battle two horns one halo
I'ma new storm no rain coat
Body parts with a lock in a case closed needa get high
Every day to stay low you suck dick so much where ya
Knee cups going hard like a street does no bumps on
My road don't know who is in the trunk I don't give
No f*ck prolly someone who deserve it drive me crazy
Like you only got a permit I'ma dissect your skin like Kermit
I don't wanna die bitch we ain't conversing on the
Highway saw a street that I could turn in what's ya last
World fore' this fire get to burning f*ck you you'll never
Get away with this lit up a cigarette with a take a hit threw
On the pavement got the gas going flame to bits ya lucky
Numbers seven mine is eight or six you a bitch
And ya raps better saving it
Taking souls I ain't putting down the basket
Bitch already taken mine from my lasting
Wish rip ya f*cking heart out and ya back to hit
I got choices let em bleed out nah f*ck these voices
Only if I get what I want Rolls Royces' okay alright
I'm too bored if you say so gotta battle two horns one halo
I'ma new storm no rain coat
Lit up a cigarette with a take to hit threw it on the pavement
Got the gas going flame to bits ya lucky numbers
Seven mine is eight or six you a bitch
And ya raps better saving it
Mother f*cker disappear when he find my lair
Don't got no time leave em tied right there
And it's back to tool shed making every fool dead
When they f*ck with me if you a bitch say a word
I cut titties back in my dungeon but the dude got loose
Had a gun on my hip cocked back to shoot
F*ck the bullets coming after you
I don't know why I been up laughing and shit
Cause he laying on the ground with an axe in his ribs
Told em it can get more graphic than this
Bitch I'm T-Money f*ck the cash that is spent rather buy pills
OD no accident f*ck gold digging bitches no pad to live and
F*ck a pussy a man that be acting kid goddamn
Taking souls I ain't putting down the basket
Bitch already taken mine from my lasting
Wish rip ya f*cking heart out and ya back to hit
I got choices let em bleed out nah f*ck these voices
Only if I get what I want Rolls Royces' okay alright
I'm too bored if you say so gotta battle two horns one halo
I'ma new storm no rain coat
Body parts with a lock in a case closed needa get high
Every day to stay low you suck dick so much where ya
Knee cups going hard like a street does no bumps on
My road don't know who is in the trunk I don't give
No f*ck prolly someone who deserve it drive me crazy
Like you only got a permit I'ma dissect your skin like Kermit
I don't wanna die bitch we ain't conversing on the
Highway saw a street that I could turn in what's ya last
World fore' this fire get to burning f*ck you you'll never
Get away with this lit up a cigarette with a take a hit threw
On the pavement got the gas going flame to bits ya lucky
Numbers seven mine is eight or six you a bitch
And ya raps better saving it
Taking souls I ain't putting down the basket
Bitch already taken mine from my lasting
Wish rip ya f*cking heart out and ya back to hit
I got choices let em bleed out nah f*ck these voices
Only if I get what I want Rolls Royces' okay alright
I'm too bored if you say so gotta battle two horns one halo
I'ma new storm no rain coat
Lit up a cigarette with a take to hit threw it on the pavement
Got the gas going flame to bits ya lucky numbers
Seven mine is eight or six you a bitch
And ya raps better saving it
Writer: Tyler Tucker
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