Head Over Heels ft. Grimm Doza & Brodinski Lyrics

Yeah, snot and doza, get money for real Play wit Kari, this shit gon' get ill

In the way I run em over, I'm strapped Like rollercoasters, shoot a lil' nigga for

thrills That's your baby, she sleep at the crib

Permanent scars, take forever to heal Constructing the paper, I'm letting it build

Bought her some lounoutins just to get me the drop

Decapitate him, now he head over heels Niggas gon' feel this, in paris

They watchin' the throne, I watch from the throne

I'm good at the bank, so I'm never alone my lean on the rocks like Sylvester Stallone

Gotta be careful how you talk on the phone They think that it's safe, cause these niggas

got telegram Marchin' with demons, I'm countin' up

hella bands I ain't been sick, but I'm pourin' up medicine

Take the pack, bring it down, south like confederate Set the table before we eat, we got etiquette

Black and white hoes at the crib, we not prejudice

Think that they ballin', put bullets in letterman

Hey, hey, hey, countin' up money, my finger to hurt

Nigga try to cross me, I take him to church Nosey ass nigga, his face in the dirt

Take his picture, put his face on his shirt Hey, hey, hey, hey, knowin' my name when I

talk to the clerk My shawty got aim with a gun in her purse

If I get down bad, I'ma do you the worst Yeah, shit, if I get down bad, I'ma do you

the worst Who is your top five

Now they don't hard as me, and it's so obvious, nigga

Nobody makes it alive After this verse, I make them all reconsider

Nigga, you killin' me, need to slow down If I ever sat down and I talk to my liver

I got a 50 inside of this gun, it could kill you

And everyone that you brought with you I was at Cooper, and I was at Lindley

And I had some hoes out of Smitha Guaranteed, I wouldn't even go in the club

If I can't walk in here with my motherfuckin' blicker

Pussy ass nigga, must thought it was sweet Cause I came with some bitches that thick as a snicker

I give a nigga so many shots until he drunk He gon' walk out the bitch with a hiccup

I got some work in the truck, and it's ready for pickup

Hoes in the house, and them hoes doin' sit-ups I send my hitter a text, like I need it done

He dead before it delivered I mix the percocet up with the skittles

Bitch, I forever do hits out the rental She got some head that can fuck up your mental

Fuck around and beat that boy ass instrumental Hey, hey, hey, countin' the money, my finger tips hurt

Tried to cross me, so I took her to church Nosey nigga put his face in the dirt

Takin' pictures, put his face on the shirt Hey, hey, hey, hey, they knowing my name

When I talk to the clerk, my shawty got aim and a gun in her purse