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Headshot chords and lyrics - LIL TJAY, POLO G, FIVIO FOREIGN
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[Intro 1] [Em]Pipe that shit up, TnT Tahj Money Dmac on the fucking track Bordeaux and Non Native [C][C][C][C] [Verse 1] I'm the one [Em]tried to make a way when we was strugglin' I remember rain, sleet or snow, I was hustlin' Know the feds watchin', middle fingers to the government Glock in this Louis pouch, nigga I ain't tusslin' Catfish, [C]he don't really know who he fuckin' with Opps send a message, you grab a Drac' to rebuttal it Had the undertaker at your tombstone shovelin' Hell yeah, hollows 'bout to chew 'em like some Doublemint Made it out the [Em]field with some niggas I was thuggin' with We'll send some shots through they crowd while they huddlin' I'm the type to leave it in the streets, I ain't discussin' it Tryna make a flip, I need that Rolls-Royce Cullinan Old bitch is [C]trippin', cut her off like a Backwood Middle of the trenches, that's where me and the guys stood Killers anonymous, black mask and black hoods Walk down on him, make sure he get clapped good [Verse 2] I feel like the [Em]man of the hour (I do) This gun on me (gun on me), I'm demandin' the power He never talk to my face (nah), your man is a coward (ayy, uh, uh) Go looking for [C]him every hour, uh I remember nights in the tower (I do) She suckin' my dick out the shower Tell her be quiet, she told me fuck her even louder (ayy, ayy, [Em]uh) Paid now (paid now), feet up (feet up) All of your sneakers is beat up (they are) Percocet (Percocet), geek up (geek up) We see the police and we speed up [C]Uh, yeah, look, they try to catch us and link us (they tryna catch us and link us) Uh, yeah, they tryna find us (they tryna find us) but they don't know where to meet us [Verse 3] She wanna [Em]chill with me and all my niggas (she do) She get extra freaky off the liquor, uh She told us that she got a man So we extra sneaky when I'm with her She a lil' [C]bad broad (huh) She wanna go mad far Fivio Foreign in a fast car I'm in a fast car, uh Fresh in the [Em]game, still see it as a blessin', the same Hundred thousand 'round my neck for the chain Tryna go out like a vet in the game Put respect on my name No security, I flex with gang I'm a real [C]one Reminiscin' about all my decisions Embracin' the way of livin', I was runnin' through the field dumb Couple niggas disrespected, we done killed them Keep a shooter, [Outro 1] they don't see he my lil' one [Em]30 shots, we ain't into using lil' guns Nigga talkin' like he know me, he my real son Rap beef, fuck the cap, I'ma drill some Put the glizzy to your melon make you feel dumb [C]Headshot, all black he don't feel nothin' Couple hollows to his back, we done filled 'em Headshot, or a life long sentence What you need for them [Outro 2] to label you a real one [Em][Em][Em][Em] [C][C][C][C] [Repeat and fade]
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