Rich Fingerss - Headshot

(Yeah, listen)
I can hang with the best, don't believe me get your vest like
Headshot
(Yeah)
I ain't gotta say nothin' to make you feel me
They ain't even know me and tried to kill me
Shooters like Kobe they know the real me
This bout a hood rat get out your feelings
POA nigga we ain't got no ceilings
Real niggas don't speak about they killings
I'm in that Monte you know I'm peelin'
Best of my time put me in the Guinness
Never mind I don't want you in my business
Niggas be plottin' all on my finish
Mama from Bama Pop from the D
I black out so I don't rock with the beef
I black out and get to poppin'
They get salt and get to droppin'
These niggas sloppy I'm movin' like Gotti
It's Scotty Too Hotty Arabian Saudi
Arabian shawty
My niggas need me they know they can call me
Yo' niggas cheesy my niggas be ballin'
Shots we be takin' my niggas be callin'
I'm making everything easy, I caught a flight on a PJ
Shout out to my cousin EJ shout out Tanaka the DJ
Big fish the way I be walkin' around and I cant forget my nigga CJ
I did a lot of trappin' round the city but I can not do it where we stay
I love my sisters we got the same blood you know we got it straight from TJ
Back to the topic the subject at hand I still be posted on road with the Vans
Trapped in the sun so I got me a tan
Flipped all my percs so I got me a band
Kelly and Bo told me do what I can
Stay in they face 'til they know I'm the man
I can hang with the best, don't believe me get your vest like
Headshot
(Yeah)
(Listen)
I can hang with the best, don't believe me get your vest like
Headshot
(Yeah)
Catch me a fade then turn the page
Go get a fade I'm in my bag
Playin' 2K and I hate when it lag
I'm with my bay and I hate when she sad
Back to the topic the subject at hand
I caught a flight hit your phone when I land
I'm from the ten so you know how I stand
Ten down, strike how I'm knockin' these pins down
They hate on Fingerss I win now
12 use to check on my VINs then I got a check off them now
Catch me in back of the Benz now
And I got Buffs for the lenses now
Cartier bought em' here I keep a 40 so I ain't got no problem with sins now
All of my niggas I call em' my brother so I do not got no more friends now
Any mistake that I made I'd travel back just to do it again now
'Cause it made me better
I been in pretty bad storms that I weathered
Steve showed me keep it together
He could've told me but showin' me better
He point em out then I'm goin' to get em'
Show me a wig and I'm going to split it
POA nigga we runnin' the city
Left on the wheel and the right on her kitty
I ain't gotta say nothin' you know that she pretty
I ain't gotta bang and you know that I'm with it
I got some stain 'cause I'm one of the realest
Stare at my diamonds it look like its tickin'
I had some problems and then they went missin'
I walk around and I look like a lick
Said the wrong thing and they drew like they Wiggins
I tried to tell em' but they wouldn't listen
I tried to tell em' I'm one of the sickest
Or one of the illest
They pitch it I hit it
You with it I'm with it
You with it we with it
I can hang with the best of em'
Don't believe me put your vest on
Head shot
(Yeah)

Written by:
Trorye Jones

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