Hair Salon

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama & G Perico] From the barbershops to the hair salons (Yeah) Our name stay on your head I'ma catch hypothermia, dog Let that sink in Hahaha, suckers [Verse 1: G Perico] Read the headlines, bitch-ass nigga, it's bedtime My nigga fresh home, he on swole from doin' that fed time (Welcome home, nigga, Gangsta) Got the big ol' BG from my stomach to my chest (Tatted) Bought my bitch some brand new silicone, double D, big breasts Enterprise around my neck, goin' live for my respect Ain't a life that I won't spare, they goin' wild about my hair She in hеr feelings, I don't care, I'm a player (So what, bitch?) Why thesе marks talkin' down on a gangster? (Punk-ass nigga) Uh, seen the blue lights, thought about my two strikes (Fuck) Jump out and run 'cause I can't do life (Hahaha) Lil' voice in my head sayin', "Kill 'em" (Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em) Lil' voice in my head demandin' millions (Money, money, money) [Chorus: G Perico] 6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs On this mic', I don't say shit that's false (Nope) G, the streets, the killers, the thieves All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (Bitch) [Verse 2: Cozz] Ayy, when you talk about me (Me), talk about top three, ayy (Yeah) I tell no lies on and off of that beat, ayy (Straight up) My niggas yell, "Cuz," but your mama ain't my auntie, ayy (This my auntie) Some my niggas yell, "Blood," but for all my niggas I bleed, yeah (Gang) Woke up in the mornin' with a vendetta I need the Velveeta, I gotta get bread up (Cheese) Fuck all that linkin', I'm stackin' my Lincolns Don't meet brand-new bitches, it might be a setup Real niggas don't fall for the get-up I get up early, your bitch make the bed up (Ha) We would not let up even if you let us Don't give a fuck if I was keto dietin' (No way) Give us a reason, my people is riotin' (Bitch) I try to keep peace, but they tryin' it Must be a lease 'cause we is not buyin' it (Straight up) I'm talkin' 'bout all of that shit you been sellin' You niggas would gas up a Tesla (Pfft) Fuck all that talk about who you think next up Four fingers, brought the West up (Facts) Six, five, see 8th Street, yeah, nigga, right off of Western (Hmm) Real Hunger Games in my section, be the hungriest A nigga hunger off some bony shit Cody Macc on that lonely shit In my own lane, movin' forty-six Takin' my time, movin' at my own pace Yeah, nigga, I'm in my own race, bitch [Chorus: G Perico] 6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs On this mic', I don't say shit that's false (Nope) G, the streets, the killers, the thieves All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (Bitch) [Verse 3: REASON] Yeah, look, REASON speakin', so your girl is movin' Wait, pussy killer, I deserve the rumors, huh Lived through my pain and put my verses through it Put the worst into it Nigga, this Top shit, if it's hoes in it, I goes in it, for sure in it Pussy cold, I done froze in it Tell her, "Bring a friend, we could both get it," wait Came up Eastside, nigga Hoes texts, I don't respond, nigga Pull a bad bitch in a Nissan, nigga We get to arguin', I flip shit like B-Side I'm too high, three high I smoke, she drive, livin' like I got three lives Fuckin' like I got three wives My eyes slanted, it's reclined I like my women and whips foreign, all of my whores be V sized Let's rewind, it's pressure, baby, shit She next to a cold nigga, her soul lifted My money talk, these hoes listen Wait, I only fuck gold diggers Hit it from the side, I pose in it, scream out to the neighbors Need a woman that got her a nigga 'cause, bitch, you want time and mine is all taken Money, I'm chasin', REAS' [Chorus: G Perico] 6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs On this mic', I don't say shit that's false (Nope) G, the streets, the killers, the thieves All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (Bitch)