All my niggas, Pouring that Dirty Sprite with Dirty Fanta
Knowin' she want her bro back
You can't get him we then sketch him
You can't get him we then Blessin' em
All my niggas' headhunters
Put that bitch right on his head
Now we real Dread Hunters
She know I just want the head Dirty Sprite be sippin' red
Clear the scene, I'll leave him dead He gon' die for what he said
All my niggas in that trap Knock on the door, they go to fed
Hop out with stick, feel him with leads
I watch his momma go and shed
Walk down, run down, Hit him in his top
I don't do no playin' about it We like shootin' at the Opps
I don't f*ck with 12 either We might pull up, shoot the cop
It get cold, I grab my heater Shoot that bitch, that bitch go faa
I got racks up in my jeans I don't give no hell
Dolo Jay a goat you know that lil' nigga won't prevail
Left that nigga dead They like, what the hell what is that smell
I dropped that boy, no wishin' Well
Swipin' cards, you know that's Zelle
Plug came through They like Dolo Jay a rockstar trapper
On his funeral We might push up, shoot that bitch right after
All my niggas G up Know we go for anything
Hell, Nawl that bitch trippin' Want me to buy her a wedding ring
All my niggas, Pouring that Dirty Sprite with Dirty Fanta
Knowin' she want her bro back
You can't get him we then sketch him
You can't get him we then Blessin' him
All my niggas' headhunters
Put that bitch right on his head
Now we real Dread Hunters
I'm Draco with the wood grin I can knock a tree down with it
Didn't know what slime was before they changed
That's why they don't be round with it
Aye I think she from Detroit
She think it's short to the bit to see the peak
Far as I see niggas, bitches Don't ask why I keep my distant
The bro anti, he a menace All on camera, he finished
Tell 'em, broke-ass rappers, who winning?
Mix the purple and yellow, chemist
I strip pounds with jimmies She gon' work out, fitness
Uh, who else got popped the witness? Who tend the Wock the riches
I'm straight on these bitches I'm puntin' before I fake kick it
Crack a cell on the paint, I lift it
Pay for it, now they say I'm tricking
My wrist got the mud, you know I wrist it Binary AR on my wish list
Cleaning' till I got bowls sitting' around like I don't do dishes
All my niggas, Pouring that Dirty Sprite with Dirty Fanta
Knowin' she want her bro back
You can't get him we then sketch him
You can't get him we then Blessin' em
All my niggas' headhunters
Put that bitch right on his head
Now we real Dread Hunters
Dolo Jay - Head Hunter (feat. Jay Montana) Lyrics
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All my niggas, Pouring that Dirty Sprite with Dirty Fanta
Knowin' she want her bro back
You can't get him we then sketch him
You can't get him we then Blessin' em
All my niggas' headhunters
Put that bitch right on his head
Now we real Dread Hunters
She know I just want the head Dirty Sprite be sippin' red
Clear the scene, I'll leave him dead He gon' die for what he said
All my niggas in that trap Knock on the door, they go to fed
Hop out with stick, feel him with leads
I watch his momma go and shed
Walk down, run down, Hit him in his top
I don't do no playin' about it We like shootin' at the Opps
I don't f*ck with 12 either We might pull up, shoot the cop
It get cold, I grab my heater Shoot that bitch, that bitch go faa
I got racks up in my jeans I don't give no hell
Dolo Jay a goat you know that lil' nigga won't prevail
Left that nigga dead They like, what the hell what is that smell
I dropped that boy, no wishin' Well
Swipin' cards, you know that's Zelle
Plug came through They like Dolo Jay a rockstar trapper
On his funeral We might push up, shoot that bitch right after
All my niggas G up Know we go for anything
Hell, Nawl that bitch trippin' Want me to buy her a wedding ring
All my niggas, Pouring that Dirty Sprite with Dirty Fanta
Knowin' she want her bro back
You can't get him we then sketch him
You can't get him we then Blessin' him
All my niggas' headhunters
Put that bitch right on his head
Now we real Dread Hunters
I'm Draco with the wood grin I can knock a tree down with it
Didn't know what slime was before they changed
That's why they don't be round with it
Aye I think she from Detroit
She think it's short to the bit to see the peak
Far as I see niggas, bitches Don't ask why I keep my distant
The bro anti, he a menace All on camera, he finished
Tell 'em, broke-ass rappers, who winning?
Mix the purple and yellow, chemist
I strip pounds with jimmies She gon' work out, fitness
Uh, who else got popped the witness? Who tend the Wock the riches
I'm straight on these bitches I'm puntin' before I fake kick it
Crack a cell on the paint, I lift it
Pay for it, now they say I'm tricking
My wrist got the mud, you know I wrist it Binary AR on my wish list
Cleaning' till I got bowls sitting' around like I don't do dishes
All my niggas, Pouring that Dirty Sprite with Dirty Fanta
Knowin' she want her bro back
You can't get him we then sketch him
You can't get him we then Blessin' em
All my niggas' headhunters
Put that bitch right on his head
Now we real Dread Hunters
Knowin' she want her bro back
You can't get him we then sketch him
You can't get him we then Blessin' em
All my niggas' headhunters
Put that bitch right on his head
Now we real Dread Hunters
She know I just want the head Dirty Sprite be sippin' red
Clear the scene, I'll leave him dead He gon' die for what he said
All my niggas in that trap Knock on the door, they go to fed
Hop out with stick, feel him with leads
I watch his momma go and shed
Walk down, run down, Hit him in his top
I don't do no playin' about it We like shootin' at the Opps
I don't f*ck with 12 either We might pull up, shoot the cop
It get cold, I grab my heater Shoot that bitch, that bitch go faa
I got racks up in my jeans I don't give no hell
Dolo Jay a goat you know that lil' nigga won't prevail
Left that nigga dead They like, what the hell what is that smell
I dropped that boy, no wishin' Well
Swipin' cards, you know that's Zelle
Plug came through They like Dolo Jay a rockstar trapper
On his funeral We might push up, shoot that bitch right after
All my niggas G up Know we go for anything
Hell, Nawl that bitch trippin' Want me to buy her a wedding ring
All my niggas, Pouring that Dirty Sprite with Dirty Fanta
Knowin' she want her bro back
You can't get him we then sketch him
You can't get him we then Blessin' him
All my niggas' headhunters
Put that bitch right on his head
Now we real Dread Hunters
I'm Draco with the wood grin I can knock a tree down with it
Didn't know what slime was before they changed
That's why they don't be round with it
Aye I think she from Detroit
She think it's short to the bit to see the peak
Far as I see niggas, bitches Don't ask why I keep my distant
The bro anti, he a menace All on camera, he finished
Tell 'em, broke-ass rappers, who winning?
Mix the purple and yellow, chemist
I strip pounds with jimmies She gon' work out, fitness
Uh, who else got popped the witness? Who tend the Wock the riches
I'm straight on these bitches I'm puntin' before I fake kick it
Crack a cell on the paint, I lift it
Pay for it, now they say I'm tricking
My wrist got the mud, you know I wrist it Binary AR on my wish list
Cleaning' till I got bowls sitting' around like I don't do dishes
All my niggas, Pouring that Dirty Sprite with Dirty Fanta
Knowin' she want her bro back
You can't get him we then sketch him
You can't get him we then Blessin' em
All my niggas' headhunters
Put that bitch right on his head
Now we real Dread Hunters
Writer: Jay Montana, Jayden Mitchell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid