Pédro Losa - Heads Up

I'm getting lil' tired of all these little mother fuckers talking shit, haa

Even when I post old shit, n****s still be like oh shit
I'm that n***a, that fag n***a, yo' new n***a; my old bitch
I might pull out a brand new car just 'cause n****s hating
You know I'm bout to raise the bar, fuck consideration
Somebody stop me, I'm committing murder in this bitch
I'm serious, I'll kill 'em like a bad surgeon in this bitch
Balling on 'em, boy, I know you see the curve up in the wrist
And your son love me like I made ya daughter and him switch (haha)
We from New York, just to let you know we dead ass
I'll shoot ya body up and pop you in ya head last
A buck twenty on the dash when I sped past
We getting money, straight cash; Spending bread fast
Sticking to the green, keep the stickiest of greens
You ain't fucking with my team n***a, we straight outta Queens
Type to wet you in ya dreams, n***a, you know what I mean n***a
Plus he could spit a 16 n***a, what up?

I don't know what you been told
But it don't matter, all that chit chatter getting old
Oh no, they don't make 'em like me no more
Issa takeover, no it ain't over, lets go
Gave me the go ahead, now, I'm putting in the O.T
O.D. boy, you already know me
Too many lames in the game and I'm fed up
We taking over I'm just giving n****s heads up

Ain't on my Nicki, but this track is a massive attack
On all you rappers, yeah you bastards is asking for static
I got that flow that never dies, call it Classical-Rap
You see the Reebok on my back? Yeah I'm classic as that
Nowadays, they saying most of these rappers is wack
Got them asking Petey, what the fuck happened to rap?
Remember when n****s used to spit actual facts?
Man, I'm dying to get back to that (word)
Back to a time when females didn't wear heels just to get attention (nah)
Back to a time when n****s didn't kill to get respected
But I kill 'em any way; with my words - not literally
Grammatical errors in the game and I'm here to correct it
Spitting reckless, numbers higher than ever projected
The fagot rapper, back packer they never expected
Don't give a fuck about who you hang or bang with
Fuck up out my face, you was never gang, gang, bitch

I don't know what you been told
But it don't matter, all that chit chatter getting old
Oh no, they don't make 'em like me no more
Issa takeover, no it ain't over, lets go
Gave me the go ahead, now, I'm putting in the O.T
O.D. boy, you already know me
Too many lames in the game and I'm fed up
We taking over I'm just giving n****s heads up

Written by:
Peter Alvarez

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