Head Shot

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Masoe] (Jose the Plug) (I hear you, JAY C) Money [Verse 1: BandGang Masoe] Rock out with my motherfuckin' cock out, in the club with that Glock out Me and Boom hittin' corners, who said that we don't pop out? Rookie-ass niggas ain't school like a dropout Pressin' bitch niggas, they ain't livin' what they rap 'bout Niggas don't invite us to they functions 'cause we act out Took a slight break from the rap, but bitch, I'm back now Told lil' bro to chill, he tryna crash out like Left Eye Play and you gon' end up on the TV like Best Buy Tied from East to West, connected like the wifi On Stravmo gettin' high, chillin', talkin' to grandma Atlantic said they got them M's for me, I'm a top guy But I'm still out here tryna bake somethin' like a Popeye Had to leave the hood for a minute, it got hot hot We get a drop, pull up, and slam somethin', Bron Bron They say dog got hit up with that K, tell him I say hi Heard his ass was fightin' for his life, he almost said bye My mama said she had a dream that I was big as Tupac But fuck rap, ma, I'm out here tryna get my opps dropped 7.62s'll twist a nigga like a dreadlock Send your killer to you in a box, now he deadstock Red fox, ridin' with a dummy and a loaded chop Switchy on that Glock, slidin' in a stolen Redeye All my opps caught an HS, that's a headshot He ain't have a chance 'cause he panicked, so he bled out (Money) [Chorus: BandGang Masoe] Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot All my opps caught an HS, that's a headshot He ain't have a chance 'cause he panicked, so he bled out Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot All my opps caught an HS, that's a headshot He ain't have a chance 'cause he panicked, so he bled out [Verse 2: PGF Nuk] Headshot, headshot, all he saw was red dots All the opps be broke as hell, all we got is mad opps The switch'll make his head rock, we got all the fast opps We pop out with five Glocks, we tryna hit like nine tops Niggas doin' all that talkin' 'til they in that pine box We been out here, we been lurkin', tryna find the damn opps Let off fifty-nine shots, niggas better get low Foenem slidin' through they block, shootin' out the window Fuck that, unlock the door, poppin' out and hit his floor Hoppin' out, we aimin' at his head, we gon' hit his fro Hoppin' out, let's run back to the car, man, it's time to go We gon' fuckin' floor, dust the cops, man, we gettin' low [Chorus: BandGang Masoe] Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot All my opps caught an HS, that's a headshot He ain't have a chance 'cause he panicked, so he bled out Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot All my opps caught an HS, that's a headshot He ain't have a chance 'cause he panicked, so he bled out