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headshot - +bless+ (ms) lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m ’bout to go drift, sh*t, i like to crash a lot
no polo g, but that p*ssy gon’ cap a lot
f*ck on this b*tch, yeah she like to come smash a lot
robbin’ them boys, yeah we runnin’ they stash a lot
ain’t talkin’ ’bout glokk40, but i like to spaz a lot (yeah)
draco got a stick, and the mag is bigger than sasquatch
they don’t wan’ come to my city ’cause we finna get this sh*t mad hot
i’ma steal all this sh*t and then go in the safe with a padlock
i feel like don ’cause they send a hunnid shots and miss, yeah, they a bad shot
run white modern, that ho was a bad thot
bullets gon’ go through yo’ spine like a backshot
i sound like a rockstar, rockin’ like dad rock

[chorus]
pdw, and it came with a red dot
hop out that bmw and i spray, i’ma hit me a headshot
hi*tec and sprite, this a [?]
f*ck on his b*tch, yeah i’m makin’ her legs lock
roll that boy up, i’ma smoke on a dead opp
get out my body ’cause i’m off the meds a lot
[verse 2]
hop out, shoot him, leave him on the curb
i got that twenty*four h*llcat, put up and swerve
i still don’t listen to any of these birds
i need the block hard, or i go get it hot up in the burbs
if i go to court, then i’m turnin’ to ferb
i ain’t gon’ say one word
codeine and percs the reason my words be slurred
we k!llin’, we purge, we k!llin’, we purge
twin fns, zack & cody
my shooter off fent, he might just o.d
what’s in my cup? it be that codeine
i put on the gloves, ain’t leavin’ no coating
how many shots in the glock? forty
switchable [?], ayy that’s what i’m toting
i’m on a hunt, don’t got time for voting
get shot in yo’ sh*t just for boasting
tape on the mag, no time for reloading
dump him in a lake, i love goin’ boating
i gotta get busy, no time to be moping
f*ck her one time, we is not eloping
this choppa gon’ rape you, it loves groping (d*mn)
this choppa gon’ rape you, it loves groping
do a dance over his corpse, i hit the emote
n0body can find you after that p*ssy boy somewhere remote
i got that glock 40 stuffed in my pants
shoot at his feet, i’m makin’ him dance
case i’m out this yeezy, i needed the vans
i’m levellin’ up, b*tch i done advanced
still free my dawg, locked up in the can
the way that my draco be drummin’, you would think that it played in a band (yeah)
[chorus]
pdw, and it came with a red dot
hop out that bmw and i spray, i’ma hit me a headshot
hi*tec and sprite, this a [?]
f*ck on his b*tch, yeah i’m makin’ her legs lock
roll that boy up, i’ma smoke on a dead opp
get out my body ’cause i’m off the meds a lot (yeah)

[verse 3]
i ain’t got time for no thot
i ain’t got no time to cuff you
arp gay, my gun ’bout to f*ck you
better not look up, the sniper’s above you
i don’t get cancelled, i don’t get hushed too

[outro]
yeah, b*tch

- bless ms lyrics

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