CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Head Banger
We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin'
Bodies all over the f**kin' pit
Got 'em on the front row, buggin'
We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin'
Bodies all over the f**kin' pit
Got 'em on the front row, buggin'
Head banger, b*t*h, head, head banger, head banger
Head banger, b*t*h—
Yeah
Lil street b*t*h from the block (yeah)
Ten deep, all in the drop (yeah)
Tell a hoe run me my knots
And likе school bus, I'ma make a few stops (b*t*h)
Fresh I comе, comin' out the box (yeah)
Jawn got 'em comin' out the socks
This real sh*t, no props
And it's still f**k everybody like thots (b*t*h)
Whole crowd pullin' on my shirt (shirt)
All this ass, let's twerk (twerk)
I brought henny and purp
Everybody open up, everybody take a slurp (b*t*h)
All blue hunnids, smurf (smurf)
These AKs, not Nerf (Nerf)
Got a lil twenty in the purse
Swear, if I make it rain, they surf (b*t*h)
Backpack, backpack
Got this knapsack, knapsack
When we pull up, clap that
We won't bag back, backtrack
If they tell you that they f**kin' with me
Then they full of sh*t, cap, cap
I might spin the block, bust a b*t*h
When I'm finished with her, catnap
We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers
Couple thousand and they all jumpin'
Bodies all over the f**kin' pit
Got 'em on the front row, buggin'
b*t*h, it's Shyri from out east
All action, ain't 'bout peace
My boys rowdy, 'bout me
And will slide on 'em, no grease
We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers (yeah)
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah)
Bodies all over the f**kin' pit (yeah)
Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah)
We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers (yeah)
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah)
Bodies all over the f**kin' pit (yeah)
Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah)
Head banger, b*t*h, head, head banger, head banger
Head banger, b*t*h, head, head banger, head banger
Head banger, b*t*h, head, head banger, head banger
Head banger, b*t*h, head, head banger, head banger
Put these motherf**kers in a line while I wind up
Tell 'em sign up for the end 'cause they time's up
Take 'em to the parkin' lot that I nicknamed "The Barbershop"
'cause I got a blade, get a line up
If I was the bigger man, I prob'ly wouldn't give a damn
I would put that energy behind us
Somebody got a couple pounds on me
So with the rounds on me and, pu**y, you know where to find us
You could tell that was a diss, even if you missed the whole clip
And they played what I said backwards
Y'all bring another ounce of the beef to my plate
I'ma leave a car full of dead crackers, bloody red rappers
Yeah, he talkin' sh*t 'cause we, what, skinny?
But you walkin' 'round in a video with a gut
And some B-cup titties
Go, put a bra and some panties on
No, I don't need help, stand alone
Standin' on your gravesite with a camera phone
What you thought, I was gon' leave it alone?
I don't let sh*t slide and I sleep with the chrome
Motherf**kers outside tryna sleep at your home, b*t*h
Some people like your sh*t better, well, to each his own
I never heard of some of yours and told 'em, "keep it on"
I be ridin' 'round Nashville
With a strap on my lap, be a boss about it
Man, your sh*t trash, don't make another diss song 'bout me
Make a YouTube vlog about it, b*t*h
You don't wanna see a body in the middle of the street
With the f**kin' white chalk around it
Tried to hit up your phone 'cause I've never been afraid of conflict
And I like to talk about it, b*t*h
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) head banger
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) banger, b*t*h
Banger, b*t*h, ha
Flip a barstool upside down
f**k all four of y'all
I'll show you how to party, dog, get your boy jack-jawed
He'll be whinin', all lookin' for a Tylenol
Line 'em all up, pile 'em up in a hall
'round 'em up like a dog, put a string like a ball
Ball of yarn on side of kitten paw for committin' dog
On the bed, knuckle weak, f**k it, mittens off
Sittin' in my skinnies, dog, with a skinny broad
Givin' me this short look, had to call a mini pause
I ain't studyin' her but she got a buddy that'll risk it all
'cause he got a b*t*h with a loose bra
He was too tall, had to get a poolstick
I ain't even gotta coup de grâ'
He was too big, had to get two sticks
I ain't even had a poolhall
Here we go, rum bum bum bum
808 headshot, no kickdrum
There's another punk laid up back [?]
Blacked out, pulled back, hit the brakes, pump pump
Yeah, had to black out like an 80s rollerskatin' rink
let him pour a drink
Write him off like I did the dinner
When he took his baby mama out to the drive-thru [?]
You could rap a song about a G
But a G never had to rap a song about a P
Peon, so you can wrap it up
Or get your head wrapped in the E, R
But you could never rap with me
Here, cop, nah, you can't even ride my jeep
I've been too raw for this scene
Ever since I took Campbell to meet Chuck D
Immortal work, forever I
Live in the beat, visualize
Slumerican, deep enterprise
Boats in the lake, ships in the sky
Coupe from a seed, Alabama tide
Reap what you sow, weep 'til I die
Nothin' is owed, all this is mine
Grind for my piece, piece of the pie
We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers (yeah)
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah)
Bodies all over the f**kin' pit (yeah)
Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah)
We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers (yeah)
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah)
Bodies all over the f**kin' pit (yeah)
Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah)
Head banger, b*t*h
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin'
Bodies all over the f**kin' pit
Got 'em on the front row, buggin'
We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin'
Bodies all over the f**kin' pit
Got 'em on the front row, buggin'
Head banger, b*t*h, head, head banger, head banger
Head banger, b*t*h—
Yeah
Lil street b*t*h from the block (yeah)
Ten deep, all in the drop (yeah)
Tell a hoe run me my knots
And likе school bus, I'ma make a few stops (b*t*h)
Fresh I comе, comin' out the box (yeah)
Jawn got 'em comin' out the socks
This real sh*t, no props
And it's still f**k everybody like thots (b*t*h)
Whole crowd pullin' on my shirt (shirt)
All this ass, let's twerk (twerk)
I brought henny and purp
Everybody open up, everybody take a slurp (b*t*h)
All blue hunnids, smurf (smurf)
These AKs, not Nerf (Nerf)
Got a lil twenty in the purse
Swear, if I make it rain, they surf (b*t*h)
Backpack, backpack
Got this knapsack, knapsack
When we pull up, clap that
We won't bag back, backtrack
If they tell you that they f**kin' with me
Then they full of sh*t, cap, cap
I might spin the block, bust a b*t*h
When I'm finished with her, catnap
We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers
Couple thousand and they all jumpin'
Bodies all over the f**kin' pit
Got 'em on the front row, buggin'
b*t*h, it's Shyri from out east
All action, ain't 'bout peace
My boys rowdy, 'bout me
And will slide on 'em, no grease
We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers (yeah)
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah)
Bodies all over the f**kin' pit (yeah)
Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah)
We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers (yeah)
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah)
Bodies all over the f**kin' pit (yeah)
Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah)
Head banger, b*t*h, head, head banger, head banger
Head banger, b*t*h, head, head banger, head banger
Head banger, b*t*h, head, head banger, head banger
Head banger, b*t*h, head, head banger, head banger
Put these motherf**kers in a line while I wind up
Tell 'em sign up for the end 'cause they time's up
Take 'em to the parkin' lot that I nicknamed "The Barbershop"
'cause I got a blade, get a line up
If I was the bigger man, I prob'ly wouldn't give a damn
I would put that energy behind us
Somebody got a couple pounds on me
So with the rounds on me and, pu**y, you know where to find us
You could tell that was a diss, even if you missed the whole clip
And they played what I said backwards
Y'all bring another ounce of the beef to my plate
I'ma leave a car full of dead crackers, bloody red rappers
Yeah, he talkin' sh*t 'cause we, what, skinny?
But you walkin' 'round in a video with a gut
And some B-cup titties
Go, put a bra and some panties on
No, I don't need help, stand alone
Standin' on your gravesite with a camera phone
What you thought, I was gon' leave it alone?
I don't let sh*t slide and I sleep with the chrome
Motherf**kers outside tryna sleep at your home, b*t*h
Some people like your sh*t better, well, to each his own
I never heard of some of yours and told 'em, "keep it on"
I be ridin' 'round Nashville
With a strap on my lap, be a boss about it
Man, your sh*t trash, don't make another diss song 'bout me
Make a YouTube vlog about it, b*t*h
You don't wanna see a body in the middle of the street
With the f**kin' white chalk around it
Tried to hit up your phone 'cause I've never been afraid of conflict
And I like to talk about it, b*t*h
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) head banger
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) banger, b*t*h
Banger, b*t*h, ha
Flip a barstool upside down
f**k all four of y'all
I'll show you how to party, dog, get your boy jack-jawed
He'll be whinin', all lookin' for a Tylenol
Line 'em all up, pile 'em up in a hall
'round 'em up like a dog, put a string like a ball
Ball of yarn on side of kitten paw for committin' dog
On the bed, knuckle weak, f**k it, mittens off
Sittin' in my skinnies, dog, with a skinny broad
Givin' me this short look, had to call a mini pause
I ain't studyin' her but she got a buddy that'll risk it all
'cause he got a b*t*h with a loose bra
He was too tall, had to get a poolstick
I ain't even gotta coup de grâ'
He was too big, had to get two sticks
I ain't even had a poolhall
Here we go, rum bum bum bum
808 headshot, no kickdrum
There's another punk laid up back [?]
Blacked out, pulled back, hit the brakes, pump pump
Yeah, had to black out like an 80s rollerskatin' rink
let him pour a drink
Write him off like I did the dinner
When he took his baby mama out to the drive-thru [?]
You could rap a song about a G
But a G never had to rap a song about a P
Peon, so you can wrap it up
Or get your head wrapped in the E, R
But you could never rap with me
Here, cop, nah, you can't even ride my jeep
I've been too raw for this scene
Ever since I took Campbell to meet Chuck D
Immortal work, forever I
Live in the beat, visualize
Slumerican, deep enterprise
Boats in the lake, ships in the sky
Coupe from a seed, Alabama tide
Reap what you sow, weep 'til I die
Nothin' is owed, all this is mine
Grind for my piece, piece of the pie
We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers (yeah)
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah)
Bodies all over the f**kin' pit (yeah)
Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah)
We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers (yeah)
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah)
Bodies all over the f**kin' pit (yeah)
Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah)
Head banger, b*t*h
