Cee Day - SINUS HEADACHE

Loadin clips but we aint scrolling on the internet we slide blocks
This Micro Draco wit the wood im tryna see his pine drop  
Just Check the score not even close the last report was 5 shot
My Shooter accurate they said he only let off 5 shots

They say niggas dyin everyday but I can't tell cuz mine not
We been ballin real retarted we don't Harlem globetrott
I'm wit Smoking yea his head on kinda straight but mine not
Gorilla this Gorilla that boy you gone get yo ape shot

You post the drop today like slide then dummy
now we sliding then

Tinted windows speeding bad you can't even see who drivin it

I'm positive these niggas hoes they don't een talk wit confidence

But when they locked inside that box that boy gone sing like Miley

I like to hit the hoe before she get to know that im the shit
Been a gangster can't nobody tell me I wasnt built for this
Before you hop out in my hood turn off yo car or you get blitzed
Bitch We on point you won't even get a chance my niggas never miss

We steppin frl n my nigga gone shoot for the kill
You gone freeze unless you offa pill
I'm the youngest frl but my niggas a tell you the deal
I get dangerous when I'm grippin steal
Now I been outta school but I aint never stepped out the field
I touch down inna streets im him
Ever Since I was lil I wasnt thinking bout leaving the hood ill stay n get rich in this bitch

Nigga think shooting houses n sliding without hoppin out mean they tough or they hard in the body
Allat shit on yo story aint scary nobody we know that you aint got no heart in yo body
Alla that shit that you do Issa image you let the streets tell it yo big ass be scared inna party
I done beat plenty niggas but you run up on me like the net inna circus im catching a body

Written by:
Christian Grimes

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