Head Crackers DaRealZah (Ft. Reek12hunnit & Ybcdul)
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[Intro: DaRealZah]
Look
Facts that
This that YBC, RMG shit man
Head crackers, hah
[Verse 1: DaRealZah]
We the ones that got the city hot, we crackin' heads
I don't know who Meen is, I just know he should be dead
I know niggas like "What?", man you heard what I said
Don't make me slide through the west right for the guys, and go paint that bitch red
Tryna mix up [?] with that Buddy, feel like that's the best strand
They think I'm never on my block, pop out the cut like "Here I am"
Them niggas wasn't on they block when me and Fox slidin' through the van
Told bro it's cameras on that block, and he like "I don't give a damn"
Like bitch we real active, yeah we was outside trappin' out it, I got my first wheel
Me and Nate was spinnin' just clappin' out it, and we got real b's
See I just never be rappin' 'bout it, he tried to rob somebody
Became a body and we laughed about it, we make yo' bed rock
If you playin' for the wrong team, Pop caught a headshot
But all the opps got strong genes, aye bro we chased your ass
Why you keep talkin' on the net?
They said Buddha shot himself, shit I'm tryna shoot him next
I just named like 5 different opps on 5 different blocks, that's 5 different sets
Still bang on L's, 30 shots in the car, 'cause I can't ride with nothin' left
Can't bring up who shot Jess, or who did what, shit flyin' through his chest
We the young niggas slidin' in VVS, told my young nigga slidin' "To leave a mess", facts
Look
Facts that
This that YBC, RMG shit man
Head crackers, hah
[Verse 1: DaRealZah]
We the ones that got the city hot, we crackin' heads
I don't know who Meen is, I just know he should be dead
I know niggas like "What?", man you heard what I said
Don't make me slide through the west right for the guys, and go paint that bitch red
Tryna mix up [?] with that Buddy, feel like that's the best strand
They think I'm never on my block, pop out the cut like "Here I am"
Them niggas wasn't on they block when me and Fox slidin' through the van
Told bro it's cameras on that block, and he like "I don't give a damn"
Like bitch we real active, yeah we was outside trappin' out it, I got my first wheel
Me and Nate was spinnin' just clappin' out it, and we got real b's
See I just never be rappin' 'bout it, he tried to rob somebody
Became a body and we laughed about it, we make yo' bed rock
If you playin' for the wrong team, Pop caught a headshot
But all the opps got strong genes, aye bro we chased your ass
Why you keep talkin' on the net?
They said Buddha shot himself, shit I'm tryna shoot him next
I just named like 5 different opps on 5 different blocks, that's 5 different sets
Still bang on L's, 30 shots in the car, 'cause I can't ride with nothin' left
Can't bring up who shot Jess, or who did what, shit flyin' through his chest
We the young niggas slidin' in VVS, told my young nigga slidin' "To leave a mess", facts
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