KATO2X and Key Glock - Off The Head

(BandPl-)
Ayy, turn up some' in my headphones
(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh

Yeah, fuck that shit, I'm goin' straight off the head (fuck it)
Yeah, my opps ain't shit 'cause I still ain't dead (fuck 'em)
Yeah, humble-ass nigga 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 shit, middle fingers to the feds
Yeah, I don't give a fuck and I said what I said
And if you know, you know, stop playin'
Yeah, big drums steppin' like a marchin' band (steppin')
A young rich nigga richer than your dad (yeah)
Can't trust no bitch, 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' nigga, R.I.P. my granny
Yeah, baby, I'm the shit, please excuse my grammar (shh)
Yeah, I was on the block, uh, momma in the slammer
Yeah, never ever catch my without my hammer (nuh-uh)
Reach for some shit over here, yeah, I dare you (uh-huh)
Young niggas masked up just like Terrance
If you ain't with the gang, nigga, you should be scared (gang, gang)
Yeah, choppas and bitches in pairs (ha)
Choppa from Russia and bitches from Paris, yeah (bah, bah)
I'm gettin' money, you dig? (Phew, phew)
I'm chasin' that bag, like Tom, not Jerry, yeah
I'm gettin' money, you dig? (Phew, phew)
I'm chasin' that bag, these niggas be playin', yeah
I'm gettin' money, you dig?
I just spent a bag, that lil' shit was petty (yeah)
Money keep callin', yeah, I gotta go get it (brrt, go, go)
Swish, bitch, I ball like Benji
Just told this ho I don't do no kissin'
Bitch, yeah, no kizzy (uh-uh)
Shootin' up shit just like Mike Miller (uh-huh)
Nigga want beef, make him reconsider (uh-huh)
Play with your bitch, yeah, you heard Flippa (uh-huh)
Cutthroat, off the head with it (fuck 'em)

You thought we was done?
Uh

Can't be stopped, nigga can't fuck with us (can't)
I hang with killers, want everybody to heal up (fah, fah)
Cartier watches and I came Presidential (ice)
I like thot hoes, I don't like 'em sentimental (no)
First nigga did me, just damn near killed him
Walk down, close range, hop out the rental (bitch)
Niggas beginners, they never been killers
How you gon' dip and you don't even tote a pistol?
My city know that I'm the biggest (the biggest)
My young nigga turnt and they hit me with semis (with semis)
Jumpin' in water, dive in it (dive in it)
Never blink on the mission, on the road to the riches (the riches)
Fuckin' off racks on Louis
I'm still fightin' a murder, I can't let 'em get me (can't get me)
They see all this ice and I'm winnin'
These foreigns and bitches, this just the beginnin' (I stamp it)
I'm doin' this shit with no deal (no deal)
I fuck 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 kill (a kill)
Don't squeal if you go on a drill (don't squeal)
Gotta take me serious, I'm fuckin' off M's (off M's)
I fuck with none' but Lil' Tim
They hit up your neck, don't aim at the rims (stamp it)
Can't live how I live, you don't feel how I feel
Puttin' all the work in for a big good year (good year)
Bitches gon' come 'cause they knowin' I'm here
And this ice on my chest hittin' like chandelier
Drop house ain't gon' let shit near
Pump-fake from the front, we gon' hit you from the rear
Sip on mud, I don't drink shit clear
And all my opps dead, them niggas ain't here

Written by:
Kevin Young, Krishon Gaines, Kwame Khalil Brown, Markeyvius Cathey

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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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