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off the head - kato2x lyrics

[intro: key glock]
(bandpl—)
ayy, turn up some right here for me
(let the bandplay)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh

[verse 1: key glock]
yeah, f*ck that sh*t, i’m going straight off the head (f*ck it)
yeah, my opps ain’t sh*t ’cause i still ain’t dead (f*ck ’em)
yeah, humble*ass n*gga with a whole ‘lotta bread
i cut this check and put it right on your head (uh)
or i might drop a brick on your head like craig
i’m poppin’ my sh*t, middle fingers to the feds
yeah, i don’t give a f*ck and i said what i said
if you know, you know, stop playin’
yeah, big drums stepping like a marching band (stepping)
a young rich n*gga richer than your dad (yeah)
can’t trust no b*tch, i can’t go out sad
got a big glock on me, yeah, it come in handy (bah, bah, bah, bah)
i’m a bad lil’ n*gga, r.i.p. my granny
yeah, baby, i’m the sh*t, please excuse my grammar (shh)
yeah, i was on the block, my momma in the slammer
yeah, never ever catch my without my hammer (nuh*uh)
reach for some sh*t over here, yeah, i dare you (uh*huh)
young n*ggas masked up just like terrance
if you ain’t with the gang, n*gga, you should be scared (gang, gang)
yeah, choppas and b*tches in pairs (ha)
choppa from russia and b*tches from paris, yeah (bah, bah)
i’m getting money, you dig? (phew, phew)
i’m chasing that bag, like tom, not jerry, yeah
i’m getting money, you dig? (phew, phew)
i’m chasing that bag, these n*ggas be playin’, yeah
i’m getting money, you dig?
i just spent a bag, that lil’ sh*t was petty (yeah)
money keep calling, yeah, i gotta go get it (brrt, go, go)
swish, b*tch, i ball, might be it
just told this ho i don’t do no kissing
b*tch, yeah, no kizzy (uh*uh)
shootin’ up sh*t just like mike miller (uh*huh)
n*gga want beef, make him reconsider (uh*huh)
play with your b*tch, yeah, you heard flippa (uh*huh)
cutthroat, off the head with it (f*ck ’em)
[bridge: kato2x]
you thought we was done?
uh

[verse 2: kato2x]
can’t be stopped, n*gga can’t f*ck with us (can’t)
i hang with k!llers, wanting everybody hear ’em (fah, fah)
cartier watches and i came presidential (ice)
i like thot hoes, i don’t like sentimental (no)
first n*gga did me, just d*mn near k!lled him
walk down, close range, hop out the rental (b*tch)
n*ggas beginners, they never been k!llers
how you gon’ dip and you don’t even tote a pistol?
my city know that i’m the biggest (the biggest)
my young n*gga turnt and they hear me with semis (with semis)
jumping in water, die in it (die in it)
never blink on the mission, on the road to the riches (the riches)
f*cking off racks on louis
i’m still fighting a murder, i can’t let ’em get me (can’t get me)
they see all this ice and i’m winning
these foreigns and b*tches, this just the beginning (i stamp it)
i’m doing this sh*t with no deal (no deal)
i f*ck with his opp’, he know how i live (how i live)
we in the house on the hill
don’t come to the door if you ain’t got you a k!ll (a k!ll)
don’t squeal if you go on a drill (don’t squeal)
gotta take me serious, i’m f*cking off m’s (off m’s)
i f*ck when i bump lil’ tim
they hit your neck, don’t aim at the rims (stamp it)
can’t live how i live, you don’t feel how i feel
putting all the work in for a big good year (good year)
b*tches gon’ come ’cause they knowing i’m here
and this ice on my chest hittin’ like chandelier
drop house ain’t gon’ let sh*t near
pump*fake from the front, we gon’ hit you from the rear
sip on mud, i don’t drink sh*t clear
and all my opps dead, them n*ggas ain’t here

- kato2x lyrics

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