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hunnit on yo head - bandgang biggs lyrics

[intro: bandgang biggs]
yeah
come on now (d*mn, flaw, this what i’ve been prayin’ for)

[verse 1: bandgang biggs]
they like, “biggs, ain’t y’all n*ggas back scammin’?” (“ain’t y’all n*ggas back scammin’?”)
i ain’t speakin’ on it, might have warrants outstanding
i got chops with the monkey nuts (boy), give an opp a tummy tuck
make him sh*t himself, they like, “that n*gga got the bubble guts”
when you see me, all this ice i got on fifty*plus (i got on fifty*plus)
i thought i told you from the start, n*ggas can’t f*ck with us (they can’t f*ck with us)
six mile made me, f*ck you, pay me
them 7.62s’ll have you shakin’ like rabies
brodie said he in the a, i’m on the next thing smokin’
popped a couple perkies, i’m all on the plane rollin’
my life just like a movie, n*gga, you ain’t havin’ motion
i just left the mall, now louis v all on my clothing (yeah)
louis this, louis that, that’s my rich b*tch (that’s my rich b*tch)
gucci this, gucci that, that’s my rich b*tch (that’s my rich b*tch)
the feds gave me three years on some b*tch sh*t
but last year my son got everything he want for christmas (yeah)
i’m a heavy lean pourer (b*tch), big loud roller (n*gga)
my lil’ brother ej called me, say he opp smokin’
chillin’ in my condo, n*ggas tryna pop smoke him (d*mn)
this sh*t is not a game, n*gga, we are not jokin’ (at all)
[chorus: bandgang biggs & bandgang lonnie bands]
you can keep that lil’ twenty, it’s a hundred on your head (hundred on your head)
runnin’ to that bag, runnin’, runnin’ to that bag
dropped some sh*lls in his car and watch how quick the n*gga crash
if i ever ran from you (ayy), i was runnin’ to a mag, n*gga (i was runnin’ to a mag)

[verse 2: bandgang lonnie bands]
f*ck this rap, i pulled a billion out the meth lab
ten states, ten days, got me with jet lag
there’s ten lonnies, ten biggs, these rappers step*dad
ten choppers, three blowers, this fin need backlash
tell travis scott i’m the real cactus jack
n*gga, i really cop where the desert at
i wanna give a shoutout to my favorite wetback
hit the ride east way harder than livin’ a haystack
if i ruled the world, i’d free all the shred
i would free all the opps, but most of them n*ggas dead
take what come with this gangster sh*t, i know what i pledge
mama, i know i ain’t no k!ller, but they push me to the edge

[chorus: bandgang biggs]
you can keep that lil’ twenty, it’s a hundred on your head (hundred on your head)
runnin’ to that bag, runnin’, runnin’ to that bag
dropped some sh*lls in his car and watch how quick the n*gga crash
if i ever ran from you, i was runnin’ to a mag, n*gga (i was runnin’ to a mag, n*gga)

- bandgang biggs lyrics

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