Head Shot

(Mommy, India got them beats) (K4ProducedIt) Ten ain't got no mind, nigga, he don't pick and choose Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat, and he like switch on tools Know they trap two different cars right back to back Yeah, yeah Bitch, go tell 'em, "Free Lil Meechy Baby out that fed' block" Go tell 'em lil' cuz still making them hitters get busy with them red dots Go tell 'em we upped the score, got two new opps, one caught a headshot I know he proud right now 'bout how he saw I beat the feds, huh? Stop now, pow-pow, then sped off I'm with that shit, we tear it down Ol' bitch-ass nigga, boy You gon' fuck around and get your body found Free my daddy, I wanna face my problems like my mama We all with that static, lil' bro, he pop Addies, not no traumas Deal with problems think I'm traumatized, get chastised, he fumble Drive, pull up fast, and then jump right on side Pull your pants up, you see my grandma, bitch (ho-ass boy) Uh-uh, mmm, he's a motherfucking animal He come through like a cannonball His gun gon' straight demolish you, it damage you, he get dissolved Shoot, let the AR off with monkey nuts, problem solved Ten ain't got no mind, nigga, he don't pick and choose Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat, and he like switch on tools Know they trap two different cars right back to back Yeah, yeah Shoot the whole club up, don't cost us nothing, you seen in there Interstate, from the back, tear the trunk up (baow) Bitch, you better not have no kids in there I'm a millionaire, don't throw our position Nigga, then say we ain't pick 'em fair Nigga, fuck that, know he dead, we ain't even caring Should've caught your ass in there Fly a Crip bitch out just for to let her do my hair You wanna try me, I play that fair Bitch, truth or dare (bitch, truth or let's go, uh) Know I'm banging red like Tony Starks, it's no perhaps You disrespect, we slump you on your project stairs It's all I hear, "They don't like you, Top" I'm like, "Man, who are you? Blah-blah" You gon hear, "Pow, pow," approach me with that rah-rah, bitch They know I don't do no stunting I just wanna end it, fuck that tension, I'm gon' throw out money They don't do no acting, I get active, I'm on meds, up on 'em Run up on that bitch clapping, once we smash 'em Rip off 'em straight laughing like that shit be funny (Ten ain't got no mind, nigga, he don't pick and choose) I'll slime allegiance, nigga, to the green flag (Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you) Of the United States, believe that, of America, bitch (Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat) (And he like switch on tools) you better stay on your pivot, nigga (Know they trap two different cars right back to back) believe it (yeah, yeah) We gon' split you Hey, is Kentrell in there?