game over - head hunchoo lyrics
(intro)
(head hunchoo)
aye foe pass me that that lighter
and that wood right there
aye uh
(head hunchoo)
ain’t doing no talking b*tch n*gga what’s happening
n*ggas dont want static, f*ck n*gga you cappin’
(nowayy ap)
pull we up we let him have it
brains splattin’ we pistol packing
(head hunchoo)
nah i ain’t just rapping
tazo get active, ap gon blast him
(ctp tazo)
game over for you n*ggas
on foe nem yeah sh*t get tragic
(head hunchoo verse 1)
yeah, game over for you n*ggas (for you n*ggas)
f*ck n*gga i ain’t doing no talking (no talking)
p*ssy boy i ain’t running no fades (no fades)
hit him up, no bap, white chalk him
(blatt*gang)
lv hold up my jeans (jeans)
all this money they keep on falling (falling)
no i can’t trust a city b*tch (nah gang)
block hoes they keep on stalking
f*ck n*gga we don’t play that (play that)
hollow tips gon let his face wet
this money come in vary
p*ssy b*tch, we ain’t the same next (samd next)
gle b*tch on the e*way (skrt)
hundred grand ice on my wrist, neck (wrist neck)
bad b*tch she thick as f*ck (uh yea)
but i can’t cuff her
i just want s*x, then it’s god bless (gang)
yeah its f*ck a b*tch
she just want the d*ck then we done
man don’t call me twin, broski, gang (what?)
you n*ggas my sons
b*tch my name whole weight
hunchoo gang, i ain’t talking tons
i go dumb, flexin, steppin’
on you n*ggas like some gum (b*tch)
(chorus 1)
all that woofin’ on the gram
now he praying like a priest
hunchoo gang no you can’t hang (hunchoo gang you can’t hang b*tch)
b*tch we eating its a feast (feast)
b*tch dont play about my money (money)
make a n*gga rest in peace (peace)
its m.o.b b*tch f*ck hoe (f*ck a b*tch man)
get paid, yessir mission complete (gang aye)
ain’t doing no talking
b*tch n*gga what’s happening (whats happening)
n*ggas don’t want static (static)
f*ck n*gga you cappin’ cappin)
pull we up we let him have it
brains splatting we pistol packing
nah i ain’t just rapping (rapping)
tazo get active , ap gon blast him
game over for you n*ggas
on foe nem yeah sh*t get tragic
(ctp tazo verse 2)
ctp back in this muf*cka
so it’s f*ck ya
yo girl hitting my line she too thirsty
i don’t want to f*ck her
hunchoo and ap, free lejen too
yeah them my f*ckin brothers
can’t forget kj
he let it spray ( get out way)
you better duck for cover
game over b*tch
yeah f*ck yo clique
i’m in this b*tch
hermes the wrist
can’t drip like this
class been dismissed
yeah i’m sh*t
blackout the whip
tint 5 percent
diamonds on glist
i love my umm
bae give me kiss
let me check the list
check on my list
i grind for this
10 hour shifts
it wasn’t bliss
this ain’t a script
trying to get picked
but i’m too strict
no treats for tricks
so she got skipped
marni the drip, okay i quit
(chorus 2)
all that woofin’ on the gram
now he praying like a priest
hunchoo gang no you can’t hang (hunchoo gang you can’t hang b*tch)
b*tch we eating its a feast (feast)
b*tch dont play about my money (money)
make a n*gga rest in peace (peace)
its m.o.b b*tch f*ck hoe (f*ck a b*tch man)
get paid, yessir mission complete (gang aye)
ain’t doing no talking
b*tch n*gga what’s happening (whats happening)
n*ggas don’t want static (static)
f*ck n*gga you cappin’ cappin)
pull we up we let him have it
brains splatting we pistol packing
nah i ain’t just rapping (rapping)
tazo get active , ap gon blast him
game over for you n*ggas
on foe nem yeah sh*t get tragic
(nowayy ap verse 3)
the opps can’t put me on a shirt
but you might see me in a he*rs*
n*ggas p*ssy, copy cat
i know these b*tches come gon first
i tell my b*tch dont kiss my face
i got these b*tches well rehe*rs*d
my mama told me hit the booth
and now im just k!lling verse
and then i slide out
hunchoo, ap gon ride out
on go, tazo, we fly now
on god, we shoot yo hideout
b*tch who creeping, let me find out
leave him leakin let him die out
i ain’t speaking thats a cry out
leave him drenched and let him dry out
yeah i don’t fold for sh*t
try to run these bullets hawk you down
like it got face id
bout to clip these n*ggas
bout to call a f*cking uav
i’m the smartest n*gga in the room
i got a phd and we gon get sh*t done
they split the profit with just you and me
(chorus 3)
all that woofin’ on the gram
now he praying like a priest
hunchoo gang no you can’t hang (hunchoo gang you can’t hang b*tch)
b*tch we eating its a feast (feast)
b*tch dont play about my money (money)
make a n*gga rest in peace (peace)
its m.o.b b*tch f*ck hoe (f*ck a b*tch man)
get paid, yessir mission complete (gang aye)
ain’t doing no talking
b*tch n*gga what’s happening (whats happening)
n*ggas don’t want static (static)
f*ck n*gga you cappin’ cappin)
pull we up we let him have it
brains splatting we pistol packing
nah i ain’t just rapping (rapping)
tazo get active , ap gon blast him
game over for you n*ggas
on foe nem yeah sh*t get tragic (hunchoo b*tch)
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