Headshot ft. Jincassable Lyrics

It's a war and I'm on fire with the headshots

More doing, less talk, throwing dirt you get rocked

Next stop is the fucking top so get with it

If you don't then I ain't tripping but don't switch up when I'm winning

I've been whipping up the bangers every day and night

Time ain't never wasted when I'm channeling the rage inside

Music is a way of life and I know I was made to shine

So I'ma stay inside and try to stabilize my crazy mind

I pay no mind to the hate, been ripping up foes and filling up graves

You get in my way, we're gonna get rowdy

Doubt me, you're gonna regret it profoundly

Go on and crown me, bitch I'm a king

I'm up in the clouds spreading my wings

There isn't a thing in the world I would chill for

Tryna see my name up on a billboard

I'm in ill form only getting better

Been a freak of nature with the frickin effort

I swear that my songs are hidden treasures

Disagree, you're gonna get dismembered

Quick refresher if you didn't know

That I'm mad determined with a wicked flow

And I can't be bothered when I'm in the zone

Finna make some waves and hit the road

And show the world what they're missing

Want me to ease up, better keep wishing

I'm on a mission to keep on delivering hits, we stay posted in the kitchen

Focused on the vision, limits ain't been here

Every word that I'm saying is sincere

Bitch I've been fierce, never mid tier

Going hard in the paint till the shit's clear

It's a war and I'm on fire with the headshots

More doing, less talk, throwing dirt you get rocked

Next stop is the fucking top so get with it

If you don't then I ain't tripping but don't switch up when I'm winning

Let that shit bang, they wishing they could hang with us

Drop em in the grave, good luck going face to face with him

Placed on the front line, you get met with mayhem

Break records, break necks, who be getting slain next

Ya boys still indebted to the game

Fuck the top, sky's in range, I'm still cocky as they claim

I make It pop, wrist locked, pick pockets want the wristwatch

J-I-N the E-T-A the name got layers it rips off

Pissed off, who you think you coming to for shit talk

Jiny serves it up like Boston tea in seventy-three, to get his shit rocked

No headshot it's clean

Those belts get buckled for dreams

Cause I'm just riding out the storm, I stay protected for fiends

And when you start to catch a wave you wanna ride the shit away

Don't be moving on no funny shit you something with those claims

I don't ever drop no names cause I got way much more to gain than them

Fuck a friend, a close ally, has more meaning in the end

Hop on a beat, swerving a ten

Body it clean while I double the bens

I'm in the booth it's a one a take again

Gimme the fee, fuck all the trends

I don't be poppin' my shit for nobody

I get n go, like I'm right out the lobby

It's RIP Takeoff direct like John Gotti

My haters keep talking, their words are behind me