[Chorus: $LY808DWEEB & 279tyler]
Just like a dyke my bro got the strap
Yeah, just like a dyke, um bro got the strap
Niggas your man, niggas your man, bro got a stripe
High as a um, yeah, high as a uh
Just like a dyke, my bro got the strap
My bro got the strap, yeah
One call get your face on the mat
One bitch get hit from the back
I don't talk, I don't talk, yeah yeah
No time, no time no time for the feds
No talk with the feds, target is red
Hit your bones, aye, red
[?]
Aim for the head, aim for the head, no need for timing
I strive to get bread, I strive to get bread, these niggas wan harm me
I got bitches, I got bitches, I'm stacking these bitches these bitches all salty
These niggas these niggas is talking, too busy talking
Aim for the head, for the target
Aim for the head, for the target, yeah
BB belt shinin'
Just like some diamonds
I ain't hiding boy you can come find me
Rondo cause yeah, that nine all on me
Your bitch at the crib she tryna top me
Put down the Glock and I pick up the tommy
Aim for the head yeah I don't aim for tummy
Don't aim for body, aim for the head
Can't fuck with thotties, I just want head
Bro got the Kel-Tec and it got the led
Huh, I'm all about getting bread
K on me and it got a lil kickback
Run down on me then I'm gone push yo shit back
Left the house and I got my gat
Left the house and I got my pack
Ain't leaving the house if I'm gonna lack
Just like a dyke, my bro got the strap
[Verse 1: 279tyler]
I hit the bank, I leave and just laugh
What I'm smoking on, this shit jet lag
I know that they jealous of me, hey
I know that they watching on me, hey
I know that they plottin' on me
I got all of this money on me
Serving these percs too all these fiends
Drop a damn xan into my lean, hey
Run down on us then we catching a body, aye
This shit my hobby
Glock to his head better empty the pockets, hey yeah
I got a rocket
Fuck that hoe yeah, now I be ballin'
Percs hit my line, yeah they keep callin'
More money than them and that boy went to college
Now I'm a boss the shots yeah I call it
Yeah the shots now I call it
They on my page they stalking
New coupe double park it, yeah
New coupe double park it
Y'all boys better watch it
No more Gucci it be fuck them, yeah yeah
On the highway and I floor it
That bitch ain't get money she boring
On the road like I'm touring
On the road with a foreign
Getting money that's all that I know
You run up on me leave you dead on the floor
Throwaway, I got rid of the pole
Icey diamonds wet, just like a boat
You think you can jugg me you a fool
Like Home Depot I got that tool
Like a glo boy I got the True's
Don't hit my line cause y'all so fuu
[Chorus 2: $LY808DWEEB & 279tyler]
BB belt shinin'
Just like some diamonds
I ain't hiding boy you can come find me
Rondo cause yeah, that nine all on me
Your bitch at the crib she tryna top me
Put down the Glock and I pick up the tommy
Aim for the head yeah I don't aim for tummy
Don't aim for body, aim for the head
Can't fuck with thotties, I just want head
Bro got the Kel-Tec and it got the led
Huh, I'm all about getting bread
K on me and it got a lil kickback
Run down on me then I'm gone push yo shit back
Left the house and I got my gat
Left the house and I got my pack
Ain't leaving the house if I'm gonna lack
Just like a dyke, my bro got the strap
Just like a dyke my bro got the strap
Yeah, just like a dyke, um bro got the strap
Niggas your man, niggas your man, bro got a stripe
High as a um, yeah, high as a uh
Just like a dyke, my bro got the strap
My bro got the strap, yeah
One call get your face on the mat
One bitch get hit from the back
I don't talk, I don't talk, yeah yeah
No time, no time no time for the feds
No talk with the feds, target is red
Hit your bones, aye, red
[?]
Aim for the head, aim for the head, no need for timing
I strive to get bread, I strive to get bread, these niggas wan harm me
I got bitches, I got bitches, I'm stacking these bitches these bitches all salty
These niggas these niggas is talking, too busy talking
Aim for the head, for the target
Aim for the head, for the target, yeah
