Head Off (feat. Lil Durk)

Uh, V up

Knock the head off, the body gon' drop

Fax me that, huh

Simple math

Shit, we out here though

That's a hunnid percent

Got some young boys that'll pull up on you

Anytime of day, if need to (Say that, then)

But, I ain't here for that (Not at all)

We tryna stay positive

If you don't fuck around

If we knock the head off, body fall deep (Facts)

I just popped a Xanax, help me fall asleep (I'm tired)

Lookin' at you crazy, like, how cross me? (Stupid)

Years of my life, what the streets cost me

Don't follow us

I got some killas in New York, they drive to Baltimore (Park Heights)

And if they paid to do a kill, they gon' slaughter for it (We ready for it)

And all of my savages, we in the city, makin' all the noise

Arm Leg-a, Leg-a

Fuck it, bust at the head

I stood in front bodegas, where we would hustle for bread

My man got shot and he got cuffed to the bed

I watched his mom pray for him, while she was touchin' his head (Amen)

Lord as my witness, I only can spit the truth (Facts)

Like died with his gun and he didn't get to shoot (I miss you Like)

No top all summer, like, he didn't get the roof

We was young, smokin' reefer, blowin' heaters off the roof

Now we on planes with the Mac like a laptop

Tryna catch my balance, in turbulence, while we slap box

Still park them pretty foreign cars on them crack blocks

Give my **** inspiration, 'cause they trap off

If we knock the head off, body fall deep

I just popped a Xanax, help me fall asleep

Lookin' at you crazy, like, how cross me?

Years of my life, what the streets cost me

Don't follow us

I got some killas in New York, they drive to Baltimore

And if they paid to do a kill, they gon' slaughter for it

And all of my savages, we in the city, makin' all the noise

We got all the cars (Yes we do)

You know we bustin' down all the Audemar's (Flood that up)

And catch us in the Wraith, you'll see all the stars (Bitch, you blind?)

We flyin' through your town, we makin' all the noise (Pick a state)

****, call the boss, shit

I'm from a town, they'll kill you dead on the spot (Harlem)

Know a couple drug lords, turned federal cops

Been in the kitchen, when the coke was ready to rock (Base)

Know what they say

Hope this run never will stop (That's what they say, huh?)

That's my favorite, plus these **** I was raised with

Taught to buy Rollies and never even appraised them

Who am I, 'cause I've been accused of the same shit

The bitches and the cars and the jewelry, ****, you name it

If we knock the head off, body fall deep

I just popped a Xanax, help me fall asleep

Lookin' at you crazy, like, how cross me?

Years of my life, what the streets cost me

Don't follow us

I got some killas in New York, they drive to Baltimore

And if they paid to do a kill, they gon' slaughter for it

And all of my savages, we in the city, makin' all the noise