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yvnggalaz, 300bryan, cincity wop - headshots lyrics

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[intro, 300bryan & cincity wop]:
we got smoke for days, headshots
(i hit his block they became the opps)
i say headshots, i say headshots
(we got headshots for days)
we got smoke for days
(no for real we got smoke for days)

[verse 1, 300bryan & cincity wop]:
i say headshots, i say headshots
(i say headshots, i say headshots)
they get headshots; headshots
with them red dots (red dots)
with them red dots, we play with red dots
with them red dots, with them red dots
i say headshots, we aim for the f+ckin’ skull with ‘em red dots
n+gga talkin’ on my bro wе gon’ get his ass popped
thesе n+ggas they be hoes they ain’t really what they talk (they ain’t really what they talk)
wrap his body, i know he cold but just dump him out, but just dump him out (i say dump him out) lil b+tch we jumpin’ out (b+tch)

[chorus, 300bryan & cincity wop]:
wop, i say headshots, we aim for the f+ckin’ skull with ‘em red dots
n+gga talkin’ on my f+ckin’ bro we gon’ get his ass popped
these n+ggas they be ho’s they ain’t really what they talkin’ bout
wrap his body, i know he cold but just go and dump him out (dump him out)
[verse 2, 300bryan & yvnggalaz]:
we be smokin’ drugs but we call that f+ckin’ sh+t “za”
you could meet me at the store if you wanna shop
spin around they f+ckin’ block and we gon’ k!ll the last opps
old girl, yeah she bad who the f+ck is her mans
she gon’ let me f+ck and i dont need no bands
all that ballin’ that we do i feel like it’s christmas
pants hanging off my ass, cuase this money weigh too much
i say headshots, we aim for the f+ckin’ skull with them red dots
thinkin’ we playin’ now we on your ass, watch
smokin’ on tooka
we use switches with ruler clips we gon’ put ‘em to bed watch with just headshots (headshots)

[verse 3]:
headshots, headshots, headshots
i say headshots, headshots, headshots
with ‘em red dots, with them red dots (with ‘em red dots)
with ‘em red dots, with ‘em red dots, red dots
headshot, headshot, headshots
we play with red dots, we play with red dots
headshot, we don’t play with n+ggas we play with red dots
spin up on they block, i bet i make ‘em get they bands up
make ‘em put they hands up, throw ‘em up; i swear sh+t get deadly in the trenches
play with me you lose your life, and no wop ain’t playin’
snap that cap off, we don’t do pro+fakin’ over here, yeah
i handle business can’t endure, thats just what it is, time is pending this sh+t realest
[verse 4, yvnggalaz & cincity wop]:
headshots, we aim for the f+ckin’ skull wit ‘em red dots
thinkin’ we playin’? we gon’ leave your ass dead now
we pulled up to your block that b+tch was vacant
get your ass up out those tweets and come slide now, yeah
dead opps, think im playin’; k!lled with just headshots
f+ckin’ with red dots
wop got smoke for days
i hit his block he became a opp i’m still shocked brodie flopped
f+ck the opps, but shoutout shorty she the one who gave that drop
im bout my bag i secured my hand took them losses so i just stack my cash
i ain’t got no mans im solo dolo i don’t need a hand
f+ck a mans them n+ggas they backdoor on these days
i don’t care to get ‘em, im patiently runnin’ that bag up; i ain’t touch a pack, up in a minute
and i had so many blessings in the game, i ain’t even argue bout the system, yeah i lost bro, and you know i miss him
spend ten+toe grippin’ these pistols
b+tch, im worried but still ain’t letting up
no i ain’t, and if they try me—

[chorus]:
i say headshots, we aim for the f+ckin’ skull with ‘em red dots
n+gga talkin’ on my f+ckin’ bro we gon’ get his ass popped
these n+ggas they be ho’s they ain’t really what they talkin’ bout

[outro]:
i say headshots, we aim for the f+ckin’ skull with ‘em red dots
n+gga keep on talkin’ on my f+ckin’ bro we gon’ get his ass popped
n+gga f+ckin’ talking bout my brother, im gon’ get him dropped
gang, gang, gang
headshots we play with red dot, we got smoke for days and you know we play with red dots
headshots (gang, gang, gang, gang)
sorry momma i was born a thug—
gang, gang, gang, gang
wop b+tch, yeah



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