Head Banger Testo

We ain't playin' with these motherfuckers
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin'
Bodies all over the fuckin' pit
Got 'em on the front row, buggin'
We ain't playin' with these motherfuckers
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin'
Bodies all over the fuckin' pit
Got 'em on the front row, buggin'

Head banger, bitch, head, head banger, head banger Head banger, bitch—
Yeah

Lil street bitch from the block (yeah)
Ten deep, all in the drop (yeah)
Tell a hoe run me my knots
And likе school bus, I'ma make a few stops (bitch)
Fresh I comе, comin' out the box (yeah)
Jawn got 'em comin' out the socks
This real shit, no props
And it's still fuck everybody like thots (bitch)
Whole crowd pullin' on my shirt (shirt)
All this ass, let's twerk (twerk)
I brought henny and purp
Everybody open up, everybody take a slurp (bitch)
All blue hunnids, smurf (smurf)
These AKs, not Nerf (Nerf)
Got a lil twenty in the purse
Swear, if I make it rain, they surf (bitch)
Backpack, backpack Got this knapsack, knapsack
When we pull up, clap that
We won't bag back, backtrack
If they tell you that they fuckin' with me
Then they full of shit, cap, cap
I might spin the block, bust a bitch
When I'm finished with her, catnap
We ain't playin' with these motherfuckers
Couple thousand and they all jumpin'
Bodies all over the fuckin' pit
Got 'em on the front row, buggin'
Bitch, it's Shyri from out east
All action, ain't 'bout peace
My boys rowdy, 'bout me
And will slide on 'em, no grease

We ain't playin' with these motherfuckers (yeah)
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah)
Bodies all over the fuckin' pit (yeah)
Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah)
We ain't playin' with these motherfuckers (yeah)
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah)
Bodies all over the fuckin' pit (yeah)
Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah)

Head banger, bitch, head, head banger, head banger
Head banger, bitch, head, head banger, head banger
Head banger, bitch, head, head banger, head banger
Head banger, bitch, head, head banger, head banger

Put these motherfuckers in a line while I wind up
Tell 'em sign up for the end 'cause they time's up
Take 'em to the parkin' lot that I nicknamed "The Barbershop"
'cause I got a blade, get a line up
If I was the bigger man, I prob'ly wouldn't give a damn
I would put that energy behind us
Somebody got a couple pounds on me
So with the rounds on me and, pussy, you know where to find us
You could tell that was a diss, even if you missed the whole clip
And they played what I said backwards
Y'all bring another ounce of the beef to my plate
I'ma leave a car full of dead crackers, bloody red rappers
Yeah, he talkin' shit 'cause we, what, skinny?
But you walkin' 'round in a video with a gut
And some B-cup titties
Go, put a bra and some panties on
No, I don't need help, stand alone
Standin' on your gravesite with a camera phone
What you thought, I was gon' leave it alone?
I don't let shit slide and I sleep with the chrome
Motherfuckers outside tryna sleep at your home, bitch
Some people like your shit better, well, to each his own
I never heard of some of yours and told 'em, "keep it on"
I be ridin' 'round Nashville
With a strap on my lap, be a boss about it
Man, your shit trash, don't make another diss song 'bout me
Make a YouTube vlog about it, bitch
You don't wanna see a body in the middle of the street
With the fuckin' white chalk around it
Tried to hit up your phone 'cause I've never been afraid of conflict
And I like to talk about it, bitch

(Yeah, yeah, yeah) head banger
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) banger, bitch
Banger, bitch, ha

Flip a barstool upside down
Fuck all four of y'all
I'll show you how to party, dog, get your boy jack-jawed
He'll be whinin', all lookin' for a Tylenol
Line 'em all up, pile 'em up in a hall
'round 'em up like a dog, put a string like a ball
Ball of yarn on side of kitten paw for committin' dog
On the bed, knuckle weak, fuck it, mittens off
Sittin' in my skinnies, dog, with a skinny broad
Givin' me this short look, had to call a mini pause
I ain't studyin' her but she got a buddy that'll risk it all
'cause he got a bitch with a loose bra
He was too tall, had to get a poolstick
I ain't even gotta coup de grâ'
He was too big, had to get two sticks
I ain't even had a poolhall
Here we go, rum bum bum bum
808 headshot, no kickdrum
There's another punk laid up back [?]
Blacked out, pulled back, hit the brakes, pump pump
Yeah, had to black out like an 80s rollerskatin' rink
[?] let him pour a drink
Write him off like I did the dinner
When he took his baby mama out to the drive-thru [?]
You could rap a song about a G
But a G never had to rap a song about a P
Peon, so you can wrap it up
Or get your head wrapped in the E, R
But you could never rap with me
Here, cop, nah, you can't even ride my jeep
I've been too raw for this scene
Ever since I took Campbell to meet Chuck D
Immortal work, forever I
Live in the beat, visualize
Slumerican, deep enterprise
Boats in the lake, ships in the sky
Coupe from a seed, Alabama tide
Reap what you sow, weep 'til I die
Nothin' is owed, all this is mine
Grind for my piece, piece of the pie

We ain't playin' with these motherfuckers (yeah)
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah)
Bodies all over the fuckin' pit (yeah)
Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah)
We ain't playin' with these motherfuckers (yeah)
Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah)
Bodies all over the fuckin' pit (yeah)
Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah)

Head banger, bitch