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velly vellz - hot head lyrics

[verse: velly vellz]
f+ck all the opps, bullets they hot
h+lla red dots, give ’em the pops
im off the wock, i’m on my top
i do not box, i put sh+t in a box
he with that what? he better stop
know if i up, b+tch i’ma pop
and i’m fresh home, just came from the box
n+ggas get booked, change gangs up top
when i shoot, don’t try up better not
me and bro we straight aimin’ for tops
i think i fell in love wit’ my chop
she gon’ bust if i tell her or not
put this b+tch to your neck, gon’ leave more than a hickey
said she really get icky like ficky
lil’ thot said she tryna get wit’ me
if i link hеr, i’m bringin’ the sitchy
too tact’, too sticky
spin in the benz, stolеn plates on the renty
too tact’, too sticky
f+ck all the opps, tell ’em come and get wit’ me
if it’s up, f+ck your future, forget it
better focus on not goin’ missin’
back home lil bro active and busy
we keep spinnin’ until we get dizzy
it’s spazz lil’ b+tch, he think he really a knockoff
i’m on that chicken like hot sauce
what you think i be hittin’ these blocks for?
jumped out the whip, then we drop him
i think that he need a doctor
this glock never failed to solve a problem
i can never go out like wilda
smokin’ dead opps, spin thru’ they block
catch me a opp, watch how he drop
smokin’ dead opps, spin thru’ they block
catch me a opp, watch how he drop
run down, you gon’ d+i+e
do a hit with the drac’, like i jumped on clb
she said she wanna leave wit’ me
if this b+tch give the drop, she the first one i’m leavin’

- velly vellz lyrics

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