Dustin Hayes & Decoy - Headshot

Everybody got me fucked up
Fuck keepin' my nuts tucked
Old bitches still starstruck
Y'all sorry ass rappers need to stop fuckin' playin' get ya bars up
How the fuck is y'all brand new and I hear a song it sound washed up
The fuck
And fuck what everybody talkin' bout
Send these rappers to the slaughterhouse
I spin bitches like a roundabout
I'm with the gang, that's without a doubt
Boy I'm out the mud, that's the dirty south
Talkin' shit boy I'll rinse ya mouth
And I'm chasin' bags I ain't chasin' clout
Look
And I can't really promise anything
It took me 3 years just to get her ass a lil 50 dollar promise ring
I'ma dog, boy I let it hang
And I'm gettin' paid when the phone rang
I'm just being Frank with ya I'm the realest homie, put that shit on everything
I just came through to finesse
Don't put on a vest, I don't shoot below the neck
He say he a threat, he a pussy in the flesh
Treat em' like my sons, put these boys all to rest
I just came through, just for you to finesse
Don't put on a vest, I don't shoot below the neck
He say he a threat, he a bitch in the flesh
Treat em' like my sons, put these boys all to rest
Red dot, headshot
Only good opp is a dead opp
Gun got a kick, franks red hot
So I dip on the side when the feds knock
I take ya girl, make her bed rock
I put that hoe in a leg lock
Pussy was fire but the head not
Let her keep suckin' ain't said stop
These bitches knowin' my name
Rap got her wet but she tell me she fallin' in love when I sang
Got one I call for the brain
One that complain, one that think she is the main
One for the strange, one who be thinkin' that we is the same
One who got friends for the gang
One that I call Lauren Hill I only call her for that Thang
How do I do it
Must have a S on my chest with the way these hoes thinkin' I'm stupid
Ain't savin' hoes, I'm savin' my music
Think that I'm Cupid the way that I'm shootin
Wait
Bad hoes made me the bad guy
I ain't have a choice, my hands tied
Pull up with a stick where the campfire
Don't let a bitch be the reason that ya man's die
She just came through and got finessed
Ain't take off her dress I don't shoot below the neck
She gave me that head I send her back I'm unimpressed
If he want revenge tell em' no need for that vest
I just came through just for you to finesse
Don't put on a vest I don't shoot below the neck
He say he a threat, he a pussy in the flesh
Treat em' like my sons, put these boys all to rest

Written by:
Dustin Hayes, Quentin Widener

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