Headless Horseman

Lyrics for Headless Horseman

If you ain't got a beat from Bam, we don't drop enough Helluva made this beat, baby Shit, I'm tryna land, I gotta find a helicopter pad All these baby bottles probably thinking, where the toddlers at? Why the fuck this bitch think she a dime with her copper ass? DSM lieutenant, send a blitz, they hit back, roger that Diamonds dancing, ain't no light trick, mirage or a luge A kid without a whip or a crib, like shit was more confusing Asked for mounting up some cocaína, Titi snort right through it Let me know if it's really some beef Gon' put my fork right through it Treating the drank like a plank of wood, yeah, I'ma four by two it Wrestling with my sleep, hacksaw Jim Duggan Earlier than breakfast, I'll knock the jam off his muffin It's sixteen of y'all with one pint, y'all can't all sip something Think we even, dog, the headless horseman, he done lost his pumpkin Telegraming with the scamy, wake up, watch the sauce get flooded Money conversating, shut the fuck up 'less you talking hundreds He ain't hit a shot or scored forever, must've lost the bucket Brodie got new F&N, he clutching like the game ending Three, two Your mans balling up his fists up in heaven Since you put him on that fake pendant Heard your tape and you ain't say shit like a blank message First place vibes, gold medal, I can't take second Haha, yeah, just got a new crib built The only time I ever been window shopping Cuddy get up close with stick and Then he whisper, "Flip your pockets" Wear a helmet, stop, drop, and roll or we gon' hit your noggin How the fuck you middleman the wrong and you ain't get no profit? Chilling like a villain, lips zip, they really big on gossip Four tweak tools in it, boy, my geek kit on toxic Pull up, put it up with white sticks I don't look like the grand wizard Little Russian drakey, shot that bitch and gave my hand splinters Brrt Chopper with the zoom, I'm on the seven hitting opps on Grand River Shee Think he fucking with the gang, the pussy boy delusional Wake up, get fly, get high, the usual Mushu in the booth, bitch, I'm a fire spitter Still catching the bus to go to work, boy, I'm a tire spinner Fiend text me Virgil 'cause she snort coke Leave your bitch on me, gon' leave her with a sore throat Tried to battle with the goat, but look, boy, your sword broke Stop talking to me, bitch, your crib cost my wardrobe