Dreamville - Hair Salon Lyrics

From the barbershops to the hair salons (yeah)
My name stay on your head
I'ma catch hypothermia, dawg
Let that sink in
Hahaha, suckers (uh)

Read the headlines, bitch-ass nigga, it's bedtime
My nigga fresh home, he on swole
From doin' that fed time (what's wrong, 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 her feelings, I don't care, I'm a player (so what, bitch?)
Why these Marks talkin' down on a gangster? (Punk-ass nigga)
Uh, I seen them blue lights, thought about my two strikes (f*ck)
Jumped 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)

Six AM, I was in my drawers runnin' from the law, duckin' the dawgs
On this mic, I don't say shit that's false (nope)
Shit, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (bitch)

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 (that's my auntie's son)
Some my niggas yell, "Blood"
But for all my niggas I bleed, yeah (gang, gang)
Woke up in the mornin' with a vendetta
I need the Velveeta, I gotta get bread up (cheese)
F*ck all that linkin', I'm stackin' my Lincolns
Don't meet random bitches, it might be a setup (nope, nope)
Real niggas don't fall for the get-up
I get up early, your bitch make the bed up (ha)
We will not let up beefin' if you let us
Don't give a f*ck 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
F*ck all that talk about who you think next up
Four fingers, boy, the West up (facts)
Six, five, see 8th street, yeah, nigga, right off of Western (mh)
Real Hunger Games in my section, be the hungriest
A nigga hunger off some boney 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

Six AM, I was in my drawers runnin' from the law, duckin' the dawgs
On this mic, I don't say shit that's false (nope)
Shit, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (bitch)

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
And put the words 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 can 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
F*ckin' like I got three wives
My eyes slanted, it's recline
I like my women and whips foreign
All of my whores be V size
Let's rewind, it's pressure baby shit
She next to a cold nigga, her soul liftin'
My money talk, these hoes listen
Wait, I only f*ck gold diggers
Hit it from the side, I pose in it
Scream out to the neighbors
Be the women that got her a nigga
'Cause, bitch, you one time and mine is all be taken
Money I'm chasin', REAS'

Six AM, I was in my drawers runnin' from the law, duckin' the dawgs
On this mic, I don't say shit that's false (nope)
Shit, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (bitch)