NBA YoungBoy – Heading On Lyrics
Artist: NBA YoungBoy
Song: Heading On
(I need to speak to Mike Laury)
(Yeah, you got Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flex)
Free DDawg
(Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Cocaine all white GNikes, so I hit the street right
Hangin round actin like they lost some, know what it be like
I done seen how they change when im down
Riding round that P, smokin dope just singin loud
Muthaf#ck em if they dont know I ain’t gotta show
Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smokin strong though
Dirty b#tches they done ran off left foreign cars sittin round in my home
Causin me to head on
I say that thats that Maybach, Red eye, Rolls Royce, I’m on
Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds
Two houses, condo, bad b#tches waitin around
Tell me change but I can’t do it, I’m fresh cause I got money now
Hella blocks, hella chops, thirty shottas, no trap spot
Plain Jane, Patek Phileppe, arms reach of a crack pot
Get that rollie imma send it back I dont like how the bezel sized
Scared for a n#gg# to see her arm sleeve she got hella dots
Soon as it drop then the body drop
Police comin, call it through the cell
She ain’t wit’ a n#gg# she ain’t around me now
It was the same way laid inside a cell
Tryna step on sum’, payin to get me killed
In that red eye straight from out of hell
Got to much money to be out here stuntin’
And these dirty b#tches dont wanna let me live
What you talkin? All my kids got M’s and P’s
I knock sum’ off I don’t wanna talk
Aye where the money where the lean, God damn
f#ck em all, I achieve
I ain’t gotta stand for sh#t, I got it all on my sleeve
Muthaf#ck em if they dont know, I ain’t gotta show
Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smookin strong though
Dirty b#tches they done ran off left foreign cars sittin round in my home
Causin me to head on
I say that thats that Maybach, Red eye, Rolls Royce, I’m on
Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds
Two houses, condo, bad b#tches waitin’ around
Tell me change but I can’t do it, I’m fresh cause I got money now
Big stack, look there go Youngboy his lil #ss wit’ that big gat
Cemetary yard, I can’t pass, tell ’em risk that
Dont care bout how you cut it you not makin me
Give a f#ck bout if they clutchin I say spray that sh#t
I say pop that boy, I say shoot that b#tch
While I wait on my house to get gutted, I flood my wrist
I say hit the switch, I say put it in sport ain’t got no kick
I say Lean, stand, stand right, aim right n#gg# for you hit that stick
What you talkin? All my kids got M’s and P’s
I knock sum’ off I don’t wanna talk
Aye where the money where the lean, God damn
f#ck em all, I achieve
I ain’t gotta stand for sh#t, I got it all on my sleeve
Muthaf#ck em if they dont know, I ain’t gotta show
Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smookin strong though
Dirty b#tches they done ran off left foreign cars sittin round in my home
Causin me to head on
I say that thats that Maybach, Red eye, Rolls Royce, I’m on
Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds
Two houses, condo, bad b#tches waitin’ around
Tell me change but I can’t do it, I’m fresh cause I got money now
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Mind Of A Menace 2 [Explicit]
Release Year: 2016
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