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lil tata - headshot كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
pipe that sh_t up, tnt
tahj money
dmac on the f_ckin’ track
bordeaux and non native

[verse 1: polo b & fivio]
i’m the one who tried to make a way when we was strugglin’
i remember rain, sleet, and snow, i was hustlin’
know the feds watchin’, middle fingers to the government
glock in this louis pouch, n_gga, i ain’t tusslin’
catfish, he don’t really know who he f_ckin’ with
opps send a message, you grab a drac’ to reb_ttal it
had a undertaker at your tombstone, shovelin’
h_ll yeah, hollows bound to chew ’em like some doublemint
made it out the field with some n_ggas i was thuggin’ with
we’ll send some shots through they crowd while they huddlin’
i’m the type to leave it in the streets, i ain’t discussin’ it
tryna make it flip, i need that rolls_royce cullinan
old b_tches trippin’, cut her off like a backwood
middle of the trenches, that’s where me and the guys stood
k!llers anonymous, black masks and black hoods (yeah, uh, uh)
walk down on him, make sure he get clapped good (uh, uh)

[verse 2: fivio & lil tata]
i feel like the man of the hour (i do)
this gun on me (gun on me), i’m demandin’ the power (brr)
he never talk to my face (nah), that man is a coward
ayy, uh, uh (yeah)
go lookin’ for him every hour, uh
i ‘member nights in the tower (i do)
she suckin’ my d_ck out the shower
tell her, “be quiet,” she told me f_ck her even louder
ayy, ayy, uh
paid now (paid now), feet up (feet up)
all of your sneakers is beat up, uh (they are)
percocet (percocet), geek up (geek up)
we see the police and we speed up
uh, yeah, look, they tryna catch us and link us (they tryna catch us and link us)
uh, yeah, they tryna find us (they tryna find us, nah)
but they don’t know where to meet us, uh (bow)
she wanna chill with me and all my n_ggas (she do)
she get extra freaky off the liquor (uh), uh
she told us that she got a man (what?)
so we extra sneaky when i’m with her
she a lil’ bad broad (oh), she wanna go mad far (oh_oh)
fivio in a fast car, i’m in a fast car, uh

[verse 3: lil tata]
fresh in the game, still see it as a blessin’, the same
hundred thousand ’round my neck for the chain
tryna go out like a vet’ in the game, put respect on my name
no security, i’m flexin’ with gang, i’m a real one
reminiscin’ about all of my decisions
embracin’ the way of livin’, i was runnin’ through the field, dumb
couple n_ggas disrespectin’, we done k!lled them
keep a shooter, they won’t see, he my lil’ one
thirty shots, we ain’t into usin’ lil’ guns
n_gga talkin’ like he know me, he my real son
rap beef, f_ck the cap, i’ma drill some
put the glizzy to your melon, make you feel dumb
headshot, all black, he won’t feel nothin’
couple hollows to his back, we done filled him
headshot or a lifelong sentence, what you need for them to label you a real one

- lil tata

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