Rawood & Bandgang Masoe - On His Head

It's on his head it's crazy how a nigga can get blew and turn red
We lost one came back and dropped some like what he said
Just got a nigga hit up I'm at home in my bed
That's a California king money tall as Yao Ming
With the merry on me riding through the D day bing
I been heavy on them pills but I cut back on the lean
Told my hoe these niggas sellin dreams like ML King
It's a bell on the back of this glocky don't let it ring
These niggas get locked turn to Anita and sing
When I pick that phone up and say MONEY then it's green
Tryna hit a nigga main bitch he in the league
I don't get tired like im playing 2K with no fatigue
Just whipped out 20 in all blues this hoe intrigued
Interesting niggas stealing shit that means they listening
He ain't in the streets like a app his ass a citizen
Sellin blues to them yellow folks like Michigan
They pumped him up and now his ass flat like Michelin
It's a dirty game try some dumb shit and get a dirty grave
Playin both sides he in the middle like seventh grade
I get all my money illegally nigga crime pays
My young niggas bodied up like a hoe phase
I hope all my niggas get rich and die of old age
I know a bitch that's hoein without back page
Nigga played and got deleted like backspace
Let me bust it in her mouth she like how it taste
She gimme good brain I guess she got a smart mouth
When I wake up I get straight to the bag cause I was taught how
Cross over that line and I bet you gone get chalked out
Ain't no bust down im plain Jane wood when I hop out
My brother thought I wouldn't be shit cause I dropped out
I got a dub in blues on me you rarely see me pop out
She dropped her panties after that she spilt her heart out
I just got a new batch now all a sudden I'm the talk of the town
You should always hit my line if you shopping for pounds
And I always keep the za because I'm breaking it down
And I'm sipping on some drank this shit is reddish brown
Think I might just call his bitch up have her come and blow me down
Aye yea it's on his head
We riding through the city dodging mothafuckin feds
Could've been some good kids but we some hooligans instead
We got money got connections put a nickel on his head aye

Written by:
Randal D

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