Headhunter

Luke sent 'em hoe

[Verse 1]
Long story short I want the title you got
You either working with me or another rival I shot
I’m the, bible for ops get your spinial popped
And cracking like it was a vinyl at top
I drop needles when I walk in a room
You can hear them shits hop, no ones talking it’s through
I’ve been off for a few
I’m like spears to the people who’ve been taking it kindly
And I’m right here for the people tryna find me
Luke
Nowadays I could ventilate lava, levitate monsters and heavyweight boxеrs
Calm as Putin on Election Day
Calm as newsman when thеy talk about depression or the metal spray
Cause nowadays there’s pollution and bombs it’s keeps going
You hide behind a foolish facade I’m not rolling
I’m looting if you taking my cards
I’m not folding but the house got the greatest of odds, yeah

[Hook]
I’m the headhunter
Best run it, run it
Stand up or fall back
Still buggin' out
I’m the headhunter
Best run it, run it
Stand up or fall back
Luke sent em hoe better know the truth

[Verse 2]
I’m too busy for your half ass habits
I glance at challenge and tap dance on caskets
No need to wonder why the last mans absent
I bench press bars, alphabet acrobatic
Ask the fastest, I could bolt
What you saying is a joke
Boy I strike like matches on oak trees
Don’t you know me
You lost and jealous like Kobe
I’m not 24 yet get me in the pro league
Go ahead and blow me
Bring it down to both knees
I deserve the whole thing
Cause somebody told me, they gon' have your name in their mouth end of story
Two cents always get delievered like you owe me
Someone better show me how to keep quiet
Small rooms always gon seem like a choir
Call dude get me on a beat, you retire
Waltz through like didn’t mean to set fire

[Hook]
I’m the headhunter
Best run it, run it
Stand up or fall back
Still buggin' out
I’m the headhunter
Best run it, run it
Stand up or fall back
Luke sent em hoe better know the truth

[Verse 3]
The quasar coming through juggling claymores
I’m watching paint dry I come through with grenades all
Loaded into a paintball gun here’s a plate full
Y’all could say more, but that’s now what you paid for
Paid to be ignorant, I’d rather the dead, broke and homeless
See too many only got head, coke and boldness
Test me you’re gonna get spread, rolled and smoken
Leave you in a motel fed stoges to roaches
Old heads should of taught you what you didn’t learn as adults
You tried a couple things and they didn’t work and I ought to
Assist you like you got liver burn
But I’ll taunt you from the other side when I get it first
Don’t come for the kid can’t stop me
I paint pictures and they printing off copies
Every time you only gonna get the real me
That’s the reason motherfuckers gonna feel me

[Hook]
Stand up or fall back, back
Or fall back, back
Stand up or fall back, back
Still buggin’ out
Stand up or fall back, back
Or fall back, back
Stand up or fall back, back
Still buggin’ out