Letra de Headpop - Jenn Carter

(Feat. Kyle Richh, Jerry West, Leeky Jackson)

NAITERE, you done zoed up

Grrah

Damn, Notti, like, Notti

It's Carter, dickhead

Grrah, grrah

Keep a knocker, two sticks

That boy a dummy, got put in a ditch (Grrah-grrah, boom)

And my niggas stay militant, they cannot switch

Like, put the beam on his hip (Grrah-grrah, what?)

Catch flights, not feelings

If I find me a bitch, she gon' turn to a villain (Grrah-grrah, boom)

I'm a beast, out of the village

Dum-Dump that knocker, windows is tinted (It's Carter, dickhead)

Ayo, Jah, Chase Down Gang, rip that V, throw like a hunnid (Like, what?)

Tata, bli-blitz both ways

We two deep and this .40 got drummin' (Drummin')

Don't run when this gun get to bustin' (Bustin')

Knot on my body, I don't need nobody (Like, what?)

Fuck—, fuck Charlie (Charlie)

Like, he was dissin', got put in the Marley (Grrah-grrah-grrah)

Damn, he got hit in his skull (Like, what?), hea-head pop, now his brains on fire (Damn-damn-damn)

He got sent to the sky, no dove (Like, what?)

Like, gotta click when the push come to shove (Bitch, damn-damn-damn)

Ayo, Jerry, what we doin'?

And we off the Wock', no Flocka (Flocka)

Like, what? We smoke Osama ('Sama)

Like, yo, Shiek, go dump that knocker

Told bro, "Pop out wit' the sitchy" (Like, what?)

Like, shit get sticky if I can't get the iffy (Iffy)

I'm on his block, tryna see how his block work (Like, what?)

Like, (Bitch), it's a PD when we find Blockwork (Damn-damn-damn)

And Notti ain't make it to high school, Noah got beat like makeup (Ali)

O-Opp niggas, gotta wake up

Like, lil' bro caught a—, off the wake up (Like, what?)

Dotty dead, nigga died off a beam (Dotty)

4s in the spot then we clearin' the scene

SB a demon, he flock out the V

If that bitch is a thot, I don't give her the D

He got caught in the train, wasn't fast on his feet

And if I got a deuce, then I pass it to Shiek

Notti Boppin', and if I catch a O, then he droppin'

You not 41-K, nigga, stop it

Backdoor open, you better unlock it

'Cause I'm slime

And that nigga got caught in the train 'cause it wasn't on time

I got a switch on my gun then I double it up, then I gotta combine

Jah Woo, that's my heart

Comin' outside, we got 4100

I can't wait 'til I run into Blockwork, can't even find 'em, that nigga be duckin', grrah

Told bro, "Don't stop dumpin'"

Like, nigga see me, heart start pumpin'

Niggas dissin', what for?

Niggas mad 'cause we up on the score (Charlie)

Ca-Catch my a Mitchy, send 'em to the lord

L-L-Leeky gon' leave 'em leakin' on the floor (Grrt, baow, baow-baow-baow)

Since a youngin', always kept a charge

I had my-I had my mother always in the courts (The fuck)

All them cases, a young nigga caught, for them robberies, hammers, and all them assaults (Baow-baow-baow)

13, tried to hit up the doors

Hi-Hit em and watch the news for results (Grrah)

All that shit that a young nigga saw

Niggas was triflin', I was right on my porch (What?)

It's a'ight 'cause we up on the score

Ja-Ja-Jackpot, hit a nigga, now he gone (Jackpot)

We are not worried 'bout oppositions, when the Glock is spittin' everybody fall (Baow-baow-baow), like

Late night, posted up on the jack (On the jack)

They know that I was totin' on a MAC (MAC, like)

False move, nigga you gon' get clapped

When I up, one down, niggas know it's a wrap (Baow-rrah-rrah)

Jackpot, they don't really understand us

Catch opp, hit them niggas wit' the hammer (Gang-gang-gang)

Fat chop, hit that nigga now he dancin'

I start releasin' (Like), let them niggas panic (Baow-baow-baow), like

And it's every O shot, bitches get dropped, smokin' on his pops and shit (Die O, die O)

Niggas talkin' 'bout them chops, never bend the block, all they do is politic (Baow-baow-baow)

All my niggas totin' props and shit

Run up on me (Leg-shot), you get popped and shit

We do not care about oppositions (Like), we got choppa-sitions for the opps and shit (Grrah, baow-baow)

Like, one opp got hit in the neck

'Nother opp nigga not feelin' his legs (Like)

Another got hit in his stomach and shit and them other two niggas is dead (Oh my God)

Like, me and my niggas we buggin' and shit

Ain't nothin' to let off two legs

I call up Tmac, brodie gon' relap, that nigga buggin', that nigga ED

How could I lack and I keep me a .9?

How I'm gon' die if it's not my time?

You can killed for dissin' one of mine

We gon' get to clickin', that nigga rewind (That nigga rewind), like

NAITERE, you done zoed up

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