Off With Their Heads

Lyrics
It's about to go down You know what I'm saying Yo [Verse] It's like big things popping, motherfucker I ain't T.I General, killing niggas like a fucking G.I You see why I do it how I do it cause I'm hungry And the only thing that beat the kid is cash, I'm about my money Funny cause I got some dough now And I found my flow now Fuck it I just think I'll get my own TV show now Oh wow, Columbine these niggas got my hit list And these dudes are stepping looking at me now like they seeing Chris Peep this I roll good, you see this I'm that crack, you need this Miss Cleo, you seen this First class riding in the cock pit Rockstar, crazy, I like them white boys in my clique Bombs over Brooklyn Blowing up the streets now Going as hard as Shaq, fourth quarter, for a rebound See now I don't even really wanna speak now Feeling like a g, nigga Big Meech now I'm Big Meech, Larry Hooper Swag it out, got these chicks screaming hallelujah Astro boy, flying in the space ships Tell them wack niggas pack a bag cause I'm replacing them all Coach say to ball, we ball Like Kobe in the fall Well I'm Kevin Durant after rucker Brawling like a bad motherfucker Think I made a mill today, tomorrow I'll make another sucker What's happening? You see me styling, whiling out And they say I look like Nick Cannon That's a compliment Shit I'm about to start modelling These niggas scared they hollering Wait, hold up, hold up, hold up Feeling like Nick Jonas nigga Super duper flow yeah I'm about to get in my zone nigga Next year I'm going to be rolling up and posting up at ? My life like Twitter, you can follow me but I don't follow you Made man nigga, we on one Rip the shit to shreds the second that the song done Awesome Rocking out call me Van Halen Cause I'm tapping out these bitches like the guitar that I play okay? Laced up, J's on my feet And I say caked up These flames cuz Ain't paid bruh No lame nuts They lame fucks Sick of playing them games man I'm in a rush Spontaneous, fly up I take the plane and you take the bus Getting bucks in the cut They know I'm what's up Got a bad chick with a fat butt Rolling fat blunts Everyday, Coop killer Wicked nigga got them screaming out hooray
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Credits
- Writers
- Dillon Cooper