Headshot (Explicit) - Lil Tjay/Polo G/Fivio Foreign

Lyrics by：Lil Tjay/Fivio Foreign/Taurus Bartlett/Thomas Horton/Tahj Vaughn/David McDowell/Luis Campozano/Brendan Walsh

Composed by：Lil Tjay/Fivio Foreign/Taurus Bartlett/Thomas Horton/Tahj Vaughn/David McDowell/Luis Campozano/Brendan Walsh

Pipe that s**t up TnT

Tahj Money

Dmac on the f**king track

Bordeaux and Non Native

Polo G/Fivio Foreign：

I'm the one who tried to make a way when we was strugglin'

I remember rain sleet and snow I was hustlin'

Know the feds watchin' middle fingers to the government

Glock in this Louis pouch n***a I ain't tusslin'

Catfish he don't really know who he f**kin' with

Opps send a message you grab a Drac' to rebuttal it

Had a undertaker at your tombstone shovelin'

Hell yeah hollows bound to chew 'em like some Doublemint

Made it out the field with some n***as I was thuggin' with

We'll send some shots through they crowd while they huddlin'

I'm the type to leave it in the streets I ain't discussin' it

Tryna make it flip I need that Rolls-Royce Cullinan

Old b***hes trippin' cut her off like a Backwood

Middle of the trenches that's where me and the guys stood

Killers anonymous black masks and black hoods

Yeah uh uh

Walk down on him make sure he get clapped good

Uh uh

Fivio Foreign/Lil Tjay：

I feel like the man of the hour

I do

This gun on me

Gun on me

I'm demandin' the power

Brr

He never talk to my face

Nah

That man is a coward

Ayy uh uh

Go lookin' for him every hour uh

I 'member nights in the tower

I do

She suckin' my d**k out the shower

Tell her "Be quiet" she told me "f**k me even louder"

Ayy ayy uh

Paid now

Paid now

Feet up

Feet up

All of your sneakers is beat up

They are

Percocet

Percocet

Geek up

Geek up

You see the police and we speed up

Uh yeah look they tryna catch us and link us

They tryna catch us and link us

Uh yeah they tryna find us

But they don't know where to meet us uh

Bow

She wanna chill with me and all my n***as

She do

She get extra freaky off the liquor

Uh

Uh

She told us that she got a man

What

So we extra sneaky when I'm with her

She a lil' bad broad

Uh

She wanna go mad far

Uh-uh

Fivio Foreign in a fast car I'm in a fast car uh

Lil Tjay：

Fresh in the game still see it as a blessin' the same

Hundred thousand 'round my neck for the chain

Tryna go out like a vet in the game put respect on my name

No security I'm flexin' with gang I'm a real one

Reminiscin' about all of my decisions

Embracin' the way of livin'

I was runnin' through the field dumb

Couple n***as disrespectin' we done killed them

Keep a shooter they won't see he my lil' one

Thirty shots we ain't into usin' lil' guns

N***a talkin' like he know me he my real son

Rap beef f**k the cap I'ma drill some

Put the glizzy to your melon make you feel dumb

Headshot all black he won't feel nothin'

Couple hollows to his back we done filled him

Headshot or a lifelong sentence

What you need for them to label you a real one