Head Busta lyrics

by

Yo Gotti


[Intro]
You know what I'm sayin'?
You know what it be like?
Sometimes I just have to be that
Better you than me n*gga
I would talk, what up K?
f*ck 'em, you heard me

[Refrain:]
Gone get you head busta f*ckin' with the homies
f*ckin' with my family n*gga, know [?] phonies
Gone get you head busta f*ckin with my G's
f*ckin with my G's, pus*y n*ggas gone bleed
n*gga I'm a head busta, yeah I'm a head busta
n*gga bust ya head, mothaf*cker I'm a head busta
Yeah I'm a head busta, I straight head busta
Empty on these clips, only b*tch give you some head bustas

[Verse 1:]
n*gga mac in the 9 homey that's how I roll
Standin' on my throne n*gga, I call it home
Chopper for the [?] homey, that's what we use
Knock 'em 'bout the shoes get them pus*y n*gga blues
High price life, got the whips and the jewels
Murder is a mothaf*cker, last what we do
Go them for stripes, good with the two
Five star G, never gone loose
On the other side it's just a up town thang
On another hit n*gga bring a red paint
Hit it while he slipping, get 'em while he dipping
Call 'em in his car and you know we straight flip 'em
Bouncin' with the chicks, keep the nine on the hip
Lil made n*gga and you know I run sh*t
Gotta get the money, pain and the feuds
Pain what we ride, pain make me do
[Refrain]

[Interlude]
Ya understand me homey
It ain't no love on these streets n*gga
Love is the hustle, love is the muscle
Love is the money
I know we get a lot of pain from these streets
It seems like there's no game but

[Verse 2]
Money is the muscle on the streets
But a dufle bag, garbage bag
Play with me n*gga, I'ma bust yo' ass
Play with the family, I won't see your whole family cry
Your whole family die n*gga, and they wonder why
Ride for soldiers, ride for hustlers
Ride for them real n*ggas with the muscle
Straight in the situation, n*ggas got problem homey
n*gga bein' beefin' homey, n*gga's being creepin on 'em
Lay them up n*gga, put 'em in a sh*t of bag
Put 'em in a body bag, zip 'em with a toe tag
Sell 'em the whole thang, pull the champ for the tears
Pull the champ for the homies that's not here

[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
From a n*gga 50, he came back with it
Gave him all the game that he want to go and get it
He gave the n*gga 20, another n*gga 10
And 5 came short, lil when he couldn't win
Lil when couldn't win cuz he f*ckin' with the homey
Against a lil n*gga and never been phoney
Caught him in his whip, know he couldn't slip
Caught him while he's slipping so you know he gotta flip
The other lil' n*gga gave him 20 as a pounce
Told him hold it down and he run up-town
He came back with it but he gave the n*gga 5
n*gga play with 'em and you know the n*gga die
I gave the n*gga 2 hundred on them thangs
He brought it all back n*gga, gave me all my chains
Brought 'em one back he play with the change
n*gga don't play so me made those haters swain

[Chorus]
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