Head Blown

Super Earz 17 D-Roc (I don't even know what I'm doin') Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat Come from the streets, stay with that heat Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded I'm shooting if I hear a peep I ain't with the fuckery, I'm a real G They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach Shawty wan' fuck with me real bad So I started with head, I make her go deep I just dropped off the top on a Lambo I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown Head blown straight up out of the system Made nigga on the block with them killers On go, gorillas, everybody official Tricking bad, if he fall, I'ma lift him If you loyal to me, I'm one hundred right back If you want him domed, for a fact, I'ma clip him I was down bad, I ain't blame no one, nigga Since you using me, bitch, stay goin' to the fitted D-Dawg in a cell, every time that he call, pick up right away Ned up in jail from that boy, free Choppa Boy and RIP Dave On god, these niggas ain't playin' my way He could buck and run up and get shot in his face I can see that they fake and them niggas be hatin' You get put in position to knock out your placements, bitch Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat Come from the streets, stay with that heat Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded I'm shooting if I hear a peep I ain't with the fuckery, I'm a real G They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach Shawty wan' fuck with me real bad So I started with head, I make her go deep I just dropped off the top on a Lambo I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown I just pulled up and I hopped out on the curb Bitch, I'm grippin', you probably slippin', what's the word? I ain't goin' right now, I don't give a fuck 'bout what you heard I up this bitch and go to shooting you stuck-up nerds (Knock him back) I got out of my sack, I can't fuck up the bag I'ma run up a check, I could never relax I be keeping it cool, I ain't none of them dudes You gon' run off on who and get shot in your back If you play, you get boos, I was just on the news For some stupid lil' shit, I ain't trippin' on that When they said they want smoke, how I'm 'posed to react? But they know that it's up and I'm stickin' to that Bought a Rollie for her and bought one for my son I'm a factor, relapse, now I'm ready to run If I pull up, these pussy ass niggas gon' run But they can't get away when I strike with this gun Drop a bag in a minute, they drop and get sonned Sippin' on lean and I'm smoking red Runtz Osama one hundred, I call him, he come Plus he a vet, he gon' go get it done Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat Come from the streets, stay with that heat Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded I'm shooting if I hear a peep I ain't with the fuckery, I'm a real G They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach Shawty wan' fuck with me real bad So I started with head, I make her go deep I just dropped off the top on a Lambo I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown