Letra de Hair Salon - Dreamville

(Feat. Cozz, REASON, G Perico)

From the barbershops to the hair salons (Yeah)

Our name stay on your head

I'ma catch hypothermia, dog

Let that sink in

Hahaha, suckers

Read the headlines, bitch-ass nigga, it's bedtime

My nigga fresh home, he on swole from doin' that fed time (Welcome home, nigga, Gangsta)

Got the big ol' BG from my stomach to my chest (Tatted)

Bought my bitch some brand new silicone, double D, big breasts

Enterprise around my neck, goin' live for my respect

Ain't a life that I won't spare, they goin' wild about my hair

She in her feelings, I don't care, I'm a player (So what, bitch?)

Why these marks talkin' down on a gangster? (Punk-ass nigga)

Uh, seen the blue lights, thought about my two strikes (Fuck)

Jump out and run 'cause I can't do life (Hahaha)

Lil' voice in my head sayin', "Kill 'em" (Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em)

Lil' voice in my head demandin' millions (Money, money, money)

6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs

On this mic', I don't say shit that's false (Nope)

G, the streets, the killers, the thieves

All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (Bitch)

Ayy, when you talk about me (Me), talk about top three, ayy (Yeah)

I tell no lies on and off of that beat, ayy (Straight up)

My niggas yell, "Cuz," but your mama ain't my auntie, ayy (This my auntie)

Some my niggas yell, "Blood," but for all my niggas I bleed, yeah (Gang)

Woke up in the mornin' with a vendetta

I need the Velveeta, I gotta get bread up (Cheese)

Fuck all that linkin', I'm stackin' my Lincolns

Don't meet brand-new bitches, it might be a setup

Real niggas don't fall for the get-up

I get up early, your bitch make the bed up (Ha)

We would not let up even if you let us

Don't give a fuck if I was keto dietin' (No way)

Give us a reason, my people is riotin' (Bitch)

I try to keep peace, but they tryin' it

Must be a lease 'cause we is not buyin' it (Straight up)

I'm talkin' 'bout all of that shit you been sellin'

You niggas would gas up a Tesla (Pfft)

Fuck all that talk about who you think next up

Four fingers, brought the West up (Facts)

Six, five, see 8th Street, yeah, nigga, right off of Western (Hmm)

Real Hunger Games in my section, be the hungriest

A nigga hunger off some bony shit

Cody Macc on that lonely shit

In my own lane, movin' forty-six

Takin' my time, movin' at my own pace

Yeah, nigga, I'm in my own race, bitch

6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs

On this mic', I don't say shit that's false (Nope)

G, the streets, the killers, the thieves

All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (Bitch)

Yeah, look, REASON speakin', so your girl is movin'

Wait, pussy killer, I deserve the rumors, huh

Lived through my pain and put my verses through it

Put the worst into it

Nigga, this Top shit, if it's hoes in it, I goes in it, for sure in it

Pussy cold, I done froze in it

Tell her, "Bring a friend, we could both get it," wait

Came up Eastside, nigga

Hoes texts, I don't respond, nigga

Pull a bad bitch in a Nissan, nigga

We get to arguin', I flip shit like B-Side

I'm too high, three high

I smoke, she drive, livin' like I got three lives

Fuckin' like I got three wives

My eyes slanted, it's reclined

I like my women and whips foreign, all of my whores be V sized

Let's rewind, it's pressure, baby, shit

She next to a cold nigga, her soul lifted

My money talk, these hoes listen

Wait, I only fuck gold diggers

Hit it from the side, I pose in it, scream out to the neighbors

Need a woman that got her a nigga 'cause, bitch, you want time and mine is all taken

Money, I'm chasin', REAS'

6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs

On this mic', I don't say shit that's false (Nope)

G, the streets, the killers, the thieves

All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (Bitch)

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