Head & Shoulders Lyrics

That lil chick gon' give me credit like with CCs If you gon' pull up on me with some B.S

Miss me, trust me I've been up and down

Doin' rounds like 360s

Demons melt when I walk, chop them down Mince meat, all my Hittas cold

Check they ice, frozen like Disney

Hittas always frontin like we cool then switch

360s

Can't have you lurking around my clique way

Too iffy

God been good to me

This feels like a dream

Somebody pinch me

Head, shoulders, knees, toes

Wipe me down

Head, shoulders, knees, toes

Wipe me down

Head, shoulders, knees, toes

Wipe me down Wipe me down

Head, shoulders, knees, toes

Wipe me down

Head, shoulders, knees, toes

Wipe me down

Head, shoulders, knees, toes

Wipe me down

I'm on fire for Jesus These lil' hittas ain't coolin' me down

Let's go

Yeah, I'm ready to get back in the Stu And niggas on snooze

Yeah, lil' shawty know I got her back

Just like masseuse

I keep it three stacks like Andre but

Ain't got a flute

Jesus been multiplying bread ain't worried bout you

The Truth and the Way and the Life

Tell me how do I lose

Y'all hittas don't know about grind

Live a day in my boots

Impossible

I could do all things in Christ

Who strengthens me It's possible

Can't run with no rat

Like that Hitta from Kim Possible

Can't be out here doing people dirty It's illogical

Remember when they counted this Hitta out

Now it's costing em

Head, shoulders, knees, toes

Wipe me down

Head, shoulders, knees, toes

Wipe me down

Head, shoulders, knees, toes

Wipe me down

Wipe me down

Head, shoulders, knees, toes

Wipe me down

Head, shoulders, knees, toes

Wipe me down

Head, shoulders, knees, toes

Wipe me down

I'm on fire for Jesus These lil' Hittas ain't coolin' me down

You know that I'm holding it down

I'm running the city, besieging the town

These Hittas already know I'm him

Like I'm talking bout pronouns

Don't applaud for me

Applaud for the Most High, he got the crown

These young Hittas better prepare

When that trumpet gon' sound

Alpha and Omega, okay, yeah First and the last

I'm running the race, I won't crash

I feel like I'm Tay-k, I'm doing the dash

Y'all Hittas ain't ready for hell

Better repent, it's coming fast

Ironic, cause my shawty bad come with a lil sass lil' bit of ass

Nigga, I'm the on the come up I had to ride in that backseat

Jesus grab the wheel Turned to a Tesla, hands free

That was my plan A I ain't never had no plan B

It's crazy how I'm son'ing these youths I ain't never used no plan B