Off The Head KATO2X (Ft. Key Glock)

[Intro: Key Glock]
(BandPl—)
Ayy, turn up some right here for me
(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh

[Verse 1: Key Glock]
Yeah, fuck that shit, I'm going straight off the head (Fuck it)
Yeah, my opps ain't shit 'cause I still ain't dead (Fuck 'em)
Yeah, humble-ass nigga with a whole lot of bread
I cut this check and put it right on your head
Or I might drop a brick on your head like Craig
I'm poppin' my shit, middle fingers to the feds
Yeah, I don't give a fuck and I said what I said
And if you know, you know, stop playin'
Yeah, big drums steppin' like a marching band (Step)
A young rich nigga richer than your dad (Yeah)
Can't trust no bitch, I can't go out sad
Got a big Glock on me, yeah, it come in handy (Bah, bah, bah)
I'm a bad lil' nigga, R.I.P. my granny
Yeah, baby, I'm the shit, please excuse my grammar (Shh)
Yeah, I was on the block, uh, mama in the slammer
You'll never ever catch my without my hammer (Nuh-uh)
Reach for some shit over here, yeah, I dare you
Young niggas masked up just like terrorists
If you ain't with the gang, nigga, you should be scared (Gang)
Yeah, choppers and bitches in pairs (Ha)
Choppa from Russia and bitches from Paris, yeah (Bah, bah)
I'm getting money, ya dig?
I'm chasing that bag, like Tom, not Jerry, yeah
I'm getting money, ya dig?
I'm chasing that bag, these niggas be playin', yeah
I'm getting money, you dig?
I just spent a bag, that lil' shit was petty (Yeah)
Money keep calling, yeah, I gotta go get it (Go, go)
Swish, bitch, I ball, Mike Bibby
Just told this ho I don't do no kissin'
Bitch, yeah, no kizzy (Uh-uh)
Shootin' up shit just like Mike Miller (Uh-huh)
Nigga want beef, make him reconsider (Uh-huh)
Play with your bitch, yeah, you heard Flippa (Uh-huh)
Cutthroat, off the head with it (Fuck 'em)