Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Unh, I stopped smoking weed but I keep my head high
When it bought me a redeye
No number two pencil but I let the lead fly
Pocket full of them dead guys
My granny keep asking how I get them blood stains
And I told her it's red dye
I came a long way from spending that chump change
Now I'm letting the bread fly
I had to go run up some change
My brother nem locked in them chains
A nigga be moving so strange, oh
I hop on out, I'm making it rain
I give him a clip, it's a fade
And we all keep spinning, Beyblade, oh
Foe nem catching bodies
Feed them fifths, they told him eat right
You better not catch that body
You ain't with it, might not sleep right
And when we got that drop
We lamped on that lil dude for three nights
Just two niggas and three pipes
Lay a nigga down, tell him sleep tight
Now it's over with
I'ma stack this money like some pocker chips
Knocking with that Drac
I'm at your door on some Jehovah shit
Put the trenches on my back, it ain't no holding me
Since a young nigga, my mama knew it wasn't no hoe in me
Nah, nah, nah
I stopped smoking weed but I keep my head high
When it bought me a redeye
No number two pencil but I let the lead fly
Pocket full of them dead guys
My granny keep asking how I get them blood stains
And I told her it's red dye
I came a long way from spending that chump change
Now I'm letting the bread fly
I had to go run up some change
My brother nem locked in them chains
A nigga be moving so strange, oh
I hop on out, I'm making it rain
I give him a clip, it's a fade
And we all keep spinning, Beyblade, oh
And you know he get clipped like a taper
Real deal can't click with no fakes
Gotta go out my skinny, bitch, I'll give him plenty
We be making these flips like a skater
VOTP might make the news, nah, I can't play the fool
Married to money, so little bitch, I'm unavailable
Only way three niggas keep a secret if two of them dead
I never go back on my word, cause I said what I said
Heard them lil' niggas sleeping on me, put them boys to bed
Before you jump up in that water, better learn to tread
Make sure it's lightly
These niggas wanna kill me, they don't like me
My mind is going crazy, that's anxiety
They too scared when I'm around, they think I'm shiesty
And when I run a nigga down, that shit exciting
Make me laugh like ha ha ha
I caught him at the gate and made him cry
Speaking on T4, I bet he die
And naw this ain't no fake and ain't no lie
This is factually
And I don't watch the news, I got accuracy
I hit that nigga first cause that nigga claim, he was after me
I see a opp, I get a opp
Nigga, it ain't no passing me
I get the drop, I'm at your spot
Nigga, I'm in your bag of beans, yeah
Yg GANG - Head High (feat. FPE RON2x, 101 Da Exclusive & Cbf Chukky) Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Unh, I stopped smoking weed but I keep my head high
When it bought me a redeye
No number two pencil but I let the lead fly
Pocket full of them dead guys
My granny keep asking how I get them blood stains
And I told her it's red dye
I came a long way from spending that chump change
Now I'm letting the bread fly
I had to go run up some change
My brother nem locked in them chains
A nigga be moving so strange, oh
I hop on out, I'm making it rain
I give him a clip, it's a fade
And we all keep spinning, Beyblade, oh
Foe nem catching bodies
Feed them fifths, they told him eat right
You better not catch that body
You ain't with it, might not sleep right
And when we got that drop
We lamped on that lil dude for three nights
Just two niggas and three pipes
Lay a nigga down, tell him sleep tight
Now it's over with
I'ma stack this money like some pocker chips
Knocking with that Drac
I'm at your door on some Jehovah shit
Put the trenches on my back, it ain't no holding me
Since a young nigga, my mama knew it wasn't no hoe in me
Nah, nah, nah
I stopped smoking weed but I keep my head high
When it bought me a redeye
No number two pencil but I let the lead fly
Pocket full of them dead guys
My granny keep asking how I get them blood stains
And I told her it's red dye
I came a long way from spending that chump change
Now I'm letting the bread fly
I had to go run up some change
My brother nem locked in them chains
A nigga be moving so strange, oh
I hop on out, I'm making it rain
I give him a clip, it's a fade
And we all keep spinning, Beyblade, oh
And you know he get clipped like a taper
Real deal can't click with no fakes
Gotta go out my skinny, bitch, I'll give him plenty
We be making these flips like a skater
VOTP might make the news, nah, I can't play the fool
Married to money, so little bitch, I'm unavailable
Only way three niggas keep a secret if two of them dead
I never go back on my word, cause I said what I said
Heard them lil' niggas sleeping on me, put them boys to bed
Before you jump up in that water, better learn to tread
Make sure it's lightly
These niggas wanna kill me, they don't like me
My mind is going crazy, that's anxiety
They too scared when I'm around, they think I'm shiesty
And when I run a nigga down, that shit exciting
Make me laugh like ha ha ha
I caught him at the gate and made him cry
Speaking on T4, I bet he die
And naw this ain't no fake and ain't no lie
This is factually
And I don't watch the news, I got accuracy
I hit that nigga first cause that nigga claim, he was after me
I see a opp, I get a opp
Nigga, it ain't no passing me
I get the drop, I'm at your spot
Nigga, I'm in your bag of beans, yeah
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Unh, I stopped smoking weed but I keep my head high
When it bought me a redeye
No number two pencil but I let the lead fly
Pocket full of them dead guys
My granny keep asking how I get them blood stains
And I told her it's red dye
I came a long way from spending that chump change
Now I'm letting the bread fly
I had to go run up some change
My brother nem locked in them chains
A nigga be moving so strange, oh
I hop on out, I'm making it rain
I give him a clip, it's a fade
And we all keep spinning, Beyblade, oh
Foe nem catching bodies
Feed them fifths, they told him eat right
You better not catch that body
You ain't with it, might not sleep right
And when we got that drop
We lamped on that lil dude for three nights
Just two niggas and three pipes
Lay a nigga down, tell him sleep tight
Now it's over with
I'ma stack this money like some pocker chips
Knocking with that Drac
I'm at your door on some Jehovah shit
Put the trenches on my back, it ain't no holding me
Since a young nigga, my mama knew it wasn't no hoe in me
Nah, nah, nah
I stopped smoking weed but I keep my head high
When it bought me a redeye
No number two pencil but I let the lead fly
Pocket full of them dead guys
My granny keep asking how I get them blood stains
And I told her it's red dye
I came a long way from spending that chump change
Now I'm letting the bread fly
I had to go run up some change
My brother nem locked in them chains
A nigga be moving so strange, oh
I hop on out, I'm making it rain
I give him a clip, it's a fade
And we all keep spinning, Beyblade, oh
And you know he get clipped like a taper
Real deal can't click with no fakes
Gotta go out my skinny, bitch, I'll give him plenty
We be making these flips like a skater
VOTP might make the news, nah, I can't play the fool
Married to money, so little bitch, I'm unavailable
Only way three niggas keep a secret if two of them dead
I never go back on my word, cause I said what I said
Heard them lil' niggas sleeping on me, put them boys to bed
Before you jump up in that water, better learn to tread
Make sure it's lightly
These niggas wanna kill me, they don't like me
My mind is going crazy, that's anxiety
They too scared when I'm around, they think I'm shiesty
And when I run a nigga down, that shit exciting
Make me laugh like ha ha ha
I caught him at the gate and made him cry
Speaking on T4, I bet he die
And naw this ain't no fake and ain't no lie
This is factually
And I don't watch the news, I got accuracy
I hit that nigga first cause that nigga claim, he was after me
I see a opp, I get a opp
Nigga, it ain't no passing me
I get the drop, I'm at your spot
Nigga, I'm in your bag of beans, yeah
Writer: Kenneth Bell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid