Off With Their Heads lyrics

by

Dillon Cooper


It's about to go down
You know what I'm saying
Yo

[Verse]
It's like big things popping, motherf*cker I ain't T.I
General, killing n*ggas like a f*cking G.I
You see why I do it how I do it cause I'm hungry
And the only thing that beat the kid is cash, I'm about my money
Funny cause I got some dough now
And I found my flow now
f*ck it I just think I'll get my own TV show now
Oh wow, Columbine these n*ggas got my hit list
And these dudes are stepping looking at me now like they seeing Chris
Peep this I roll good, you see this
I'm that crack, you need this
Miss Cleo, you seen this
First class riding in the c*ck pit
Rockstar, crazy, I like them white boys in my clique
Bombs over Brooklyn
Blowing up the streets now
Going as hard as Shaq, fourth quarter, for a rebound
See now
I don't even really wanna speak now
Feeling like a g, n*gga Big Meech now
I'm Big Meech, Larry Hooper
Swag it out, got these chicks screaming hallelujah
Astro boy, flying in the space ships
Tell them wack n*ggas pack a bag cause I'm replacing them all
Coach say to ball, we ball
Like Kobe in the fall
Well I'm Kevin Durant after rucker
Brawling like a bad motherf*cker
Think I made a mill today, tomorrow I'll make another sucker
What's happening?
You see me styling, whiling out
And they say I look like Nick Cannon
That's a compliment
sh*t I'm about to start modelling
These n*ggas scared they hollering
Wait, hold up, hold up, hold up
Feeling like Nick Jonas n*gga
Super duper flow yeah I'm about to get in my zone n*gga
Next year I'm going to be rolling up and posting up at ?
My life like Twitter, you can follow me but I don't follow you
Made man n*gga, we on one
Rip the sh*t to shreds the second that the song done
Awesome
Rocking out call me Van Halen
Cause I'm tapping out these b*tches like the guitar that I play okay?
Laced up, J's on my feet
And I say caked up
These flames cuz
Ain't paid bruh
No lame nuts
They lame f*cks
Sick of playing them games man I'm in a rush
Spontaneous, fly up
I take the plane and you take the bus
Getting bucks in the cut
They know I'm what's up
Got a bad chick with a fat butt
Rolling fat blunts
Everyday, Coop killer
Wicked n*gga got them screaming out hooray

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