Head Shot

[Intro: BandGang Masoe]
(Jose the Plug)
(I hear you, JAY C)
Money

[Verse 1: BandGang Masoe]
Rock out with my motherfuckin' cock out, in the club with that Glock out
Me and Boom hittin' corners, who said that we don't pop out?
Rookie-ass niggas ain't school like a dropout
Pressin' bitch niggas, they ain't livin' what they rap 'bout
Niggas don't invite us to they functions 'cause we act out
Took a slight break from the rap, but bitch, I'm back now
Told lil' bro to chill, he tryna crash out like Left Eye
Play and you gon' end up on the TV like Best Buy
Tied from East to West, connected like the wifi
On Stravmo gettin' high, chillin', talkin' to grandma
Atlantic said they got them M's for me, I'm a top guy
But I'm still out here tryna bake somethin' like a Popeye
Had to leave the hood for a minute, it got hot hot
We get a drop, pull up, and slam somethin', Bron Bron
They say dog got hit up with that K, tell him I say hi
Heard his ass was fightin' for his life, he almost said bye
My mama said she had a dream that I was big as Tupac
But fuck rap, ma, I'm out here tryna get my opps dropped
7.62s'll twist a nigga like a dreadlock
Send your killer to you in a box, now he deadstock
Red fox, ridin' with a dummy and a loaded chop
Switchy on that Glock, slidin' in a stolen Redeye
All my opps caught an HS, that's a headshot
He ain't have a chance 'cause he panicked, so he bled out (Money)

[Chorus: BandGang Masoe]
Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot
Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot
All my opps caught an HS, that's a headshot
He ain't have a chance 'cause he panicked, so he bled out
Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot
Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot
All my opps caught an HS, that's a headshot
He ain't have a chance 'cause he panicked, so he bled out

[Verse 2: PGF Nuk]
Headshot, headshot, all he saw was red dots
All the opps be broke as hell, all we got is mad opps
The switch'll make his head rock, we got all the fast opps
We pop out with five Glocks, we tryna hit like nine tops
Niggas doin' all that talkin' 'til they in that pine box
We been out here, we been lurkin', tryna find the damn opps
Let off fifty-nine shots, niggas better get low
Foenem slidin' through they block, shootin' out the window
Fuck that, unlock the door, poppin' out and hit his floor
Hoppin' out, we aimin' at his head, we gon' hit his fro
Hoppin' out, let's run back to the car, man, it's time to go
We gon' fuckin' floor, dust the cops, man, we gettin' low

[Chorus: BandGang Masoe]
Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot
Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot
All my opps caught an HS, that's a headshot
He ain't have a chance 'cause he panicked, so he bled out
Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot
Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot
All my opps caught an HS, that's a headshot
He ain't have a chance 'cause he panicked, so he bled out