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Headless Horseman
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[Intro] (If you ain't got a beat from Bam, you don't drop enough) (Helluva made this beat, baby) [Verse 1] Shit, I'm tryna land, I gotta find a helicopter pad All these baby bottles, probably thinkin', "Where the toddlers at?" Why the fuck this bitch think she a dime with her copper ass? DSM lieutenant, send a blitz, they hit back, "Roger that" Diamonds dancin', ain't no light trick, mirage, or illusion A kit without a whip or a crib, like, shit, what's more confusing? Ask for mountain of some cocaina, titi snore right through it Let me know if it's really some beef, gon' put my fork right through it Treatin' the drank like a plank of wood, yeah, I'ma four-by-two it Wrestlin' with my sleep, "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan Earlier than breakfast, I'll knock the jam off his muffin It's sixteen of y'all with one pint, y'all can't all sip somеthin' Think we even, dog thе Headless Horseman, he done lost his pumpkin Telegrammin' with the scamliy, wake up, watch the sauce get flooded Money conversatin', shut the fuck up 'less you talkin' hundreds He ain't hit a shot or scored forever, must've lost the bucket [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] Brodie got new F&N, he clutchin' like the game endin' (Three, two—) Your mans ballin' up his fist up in Heaven since you put him on that fake pendant Heard your tape and you ain't say shit like a blank message First place vibes, gold medal, I can't take second Haha, yeah, just got a new crib built, the only time I ever been window shoppin' Cuddy get up close with stick and then he whisper, "Flip your pockets" Wear a helmet, stop, drop, and roll, or we gon' hit your noggin How the fuck you middlemannin' wrong? Ain't even get no profit Chillin' like a villain, lips zipped, ain't really big on gossip Four tweak tools in it, boy, my geek kit on toxic Pull up hooded up with white sticks on, look like the Grand Wizard Wood Russian Drakey, shot that bitch and gave my hands splinters (Brrt) Chopper with the zoom, I'm on the Seven hittin' opps on Grand River Think he fuckin' with the gang, the pussy boy delusional Wake up, get fly, get high, the usual (Yeah) Mushu in the booth, bitch, I'm a fire spitter Still catchin' the bus to go to work, boy, I'm a tire spinner Fiend text me, "Virgil," 'cause she snort coke Leave your bitch 'round me, gon' leave her with a sore throat Tried to battle with the G.O.A.T., but look, boy, your sword broke Stop talkin' to me, bitch, your crib cost my wardrobe
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