Head Stand Lyrics

R.I.Ps all in yo bio, that's a lot of dead man's

I feel like I'm Uzi, I got super tight wit dead friends

If it ain't bout dollars, I won't do it, I'm

a bread fan

You don't cut the check, it's on the floor just like a headstand

If we locked in, it ain't no switchin' up

I need it now

Just pulled up in a certain car that they be dreamin' bout

Why he come in here tryna act tough, now he ain't leavin' out

Lil bra upped the nine and gave that nigga sumn to dream about

Now he backin' up, he must've thought that I was lyin'

When I say I keep a FN (fin) on me, but no, I'm not Hawaiian

Hoe asked me for bread, I told her no, cause I ain't Daniel Bryan

Set up hoes ah catch a bullet too, so don't you even try it

No cap, man, these hoes be gettin' shot down

Have you ever looked inside the face of a hot Glock round?

This year, den ran up a whole lot of money, I can't stop now

Yeah, they was little, but just know my pockets hold a lot now

Yeah, the times change, nigga, shit change

Nowadays, the hoes, they only call me by my nickname

How I been runnin' up the bag, I think I got a pit stain

A nigga thought he caught me lackin', fucked around and hit mane

The whole city heard me pop him, niggas know it ain't no mystery

He shoulda heard me when I said I keep a stick with me

We creepin' up, Libro be rinsin' shit like it was Listerine

You catch a opp, you better up the Glock and leave him history

I don't ever hesitate, and if I do, then that's rare

Usually when I catch a nigga lackin', I shoot at his hair

They don't fuck with me, cause I can do some shit you can't repair

Why he try to go home with my chain and he ain't make it there?

R.I.P.'s, all in yo bio, that's a lot of dead man's

I feel like I'm Uzi, I got super tight with dead friends

If it ain't bout dollars, I won't do it, I'm a bread fan

You don't cut the check, it's on the floor just like a Headstand

This a buckshot, and that's why he ain't even see it comin

If you mention me, then mention all the shit that I been thumbin'

Pushin' P, I'm smokin' wedding cake from all the way in London

Dreads all in my face, that's why they always think I'm up to somethin

But I ain't even finna lie, shit, I might be

Glocky on my hip in case a nigga try to fight me

Yo, bitch, in my house chillin', we connected like a type C

But how I'm feelin' I might ever eat the dick like ice cream

She like balls in her mouth, we at Topgolf

She say that my feet ugly, but I fuck her with my socks off

A lot of bitches out here tryna get they niggas knocked off

That ain't including me if that's my hoe, she would've shot y'all

Cause she be loadin up the tech, she just lock the Bonny to my Clyde

Why these niggas dissin' on the net? like they ain't tryna hide

Bounty on his ass, he nothin' more than just a dollar sign

I could get a nigga head cut off if I go spend a dime

But if I spend a quarter, I can get his body gone

I'm tryna get rich, so I been with that nigga Roddy on

Lil' hoe in my crib, she tryna fuck me to a naughty song

Nigga said he gon' pop out and kill me, but he probably won't

Matter of fact, hell no, I can't take the chance

If he make a threat, we gotta find that nigga in advance

When I get the low, I turn his head into a couple bands

When he caught him lackin', lil' bro had to hit the money dance