In My Head Lyrics

My bitch from the hood and she play with them guns, she don't give no tazers When she get to trippin' Im sum like a pencil, I might go erase her

But I got a better idea, I'ma throw a assist like the pacers

Bro came through trippin', inside of that tesla , we skrtt from the jakes

Think that I'm bein' too humble, I might fuck around , put these racks and they face I don't got problems with anybody, but I still put the drum on the K

This shit on, please get the fuck out my way, wrist froze, thinkin' I'm freezin' away His hoes gon' do whatever I say, I don't want that hoe, I had made a mistake

I'm on top of this shit for the money, I had to go get it, I handle my weight

This pussy might just be the wettest that I ever had, but I gotta escape

Buy mama the house with a lake, keep callin' my momma and tell her I'm gonna be safe I know that she worried, okay, but momma and your baby surrounded by niggas who crazy The dope make a young nigga lazy, my plug got exotic, you know he gon' serve you and hit like some crack in the motherfuckin' 80s I know that my momma is tired of drivin' Toyota, can't wait till I'buy her a brand new mercedes, Make sure that lil loski and paris gon' drip in the latest, exotic is heaven sent , I bet you these lil' hoes be fallin' in love with that young nigga Frangrance

My bitch from the hood and she play with them guns, she don't use no tazers When she get to trippin', Im sum like a pencil, I might go erase her

But I got a better idea, I'ma throw a assist like the pacers Bro cam through trippin', inside of that tesla, we skrrt from the jakes

Think that I'm bein' too humble, I might fuck around put these racks in they face I don't got problems with anybody, but I still put the drum on the K This shit on, please get the fuck out my way, wrist froze, thinkin' I'm freezin' away His hoes gon' do whatever I say, I don't want that hoe, I had made a

mistake, I don't run from the beef but I stay out the way If he play like a blunt, I'ma fuck-round and face him Smoke in the air, I'ma fuck-round and lace him I'm in love with my bitch and I cannot replace her We off the casamigo with no chaser We got them bags in, different flavors The trap to get it jumpin', don't wake up the neighbors Push the P from the West all the way to Decatur Get down on my knees and I pray to my savior I'm thankin' the Lord for the man he made me I came from the bottom, I been goin' you was Right there with me, why the fuck is you hatin'

I used to wear shaqs to school, but never in life did you hear a young n***a complain And now I got Dior, Balenciaga, McQueen and Supreme in it, feel like my whole life upgradin