PissOnYourHead by Kxlleddy Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I don't need no motherfuckin' pistol
I keep a damn katana if he diss me
I know you'll think about it
'Til I cut you like you mincemeat
You fuckface, come get face fucked
If it's shifty
You talking all that tough shit
I'll pull up like you missed me
You missed me?
Nah, I just came to get the fisting
I'm fucking with your girl
While you with my tipping
I might just let her eat it til the motherfuckin' tip bleeds
Cause I been on a streak ever since I turned 16
[Verse 2]
Ay, what's that in my jeans
Keep it tucked when I creep
If he's talking, pull it out
And he gon' run or just scream
That's a switchblade bitch
Don't get cut to the teeth
Leave his body sprawled out like he's done off the lean
I'm too clean
You get hit with my soul
That talking on Snapchat will turn you to a ghost
And your clout ain't shit
Boy you only got hoes
And no dough, and no flow
Boy you'll never come close to me, jit
You're pissed
Mad cause I'm making more fucking money
Than his whole deal
Thought his boy was street then I turned him into roadkill
Everybody looking at me while I watch his dome spill
You the fucking type to send a threat, pull up, and fold still
I'm the type to turn your fucking body into oatmeal
I pop out at your party then I'm with my bros
Stealing all precious metals, even gold grills
Help your homie while he hold still
[Outro]
Fuck your favorite rapper
I don't need no motherfuckin' pistol
I keep a damn katana if he diss me
I know you'll think about it
'Til I cut you like you mincemeat
You fuckface, come get face fucked
If it's shifty
You talking all that tough shit
I'll pull up like you missed me
You missed me?
Nah, I just came to get the fisting
I'm fucking with your girl
While you with my tipping
I might just let her eat it til the motherfuckin' tip bleeds
Cause I been on a streak ever since I turned 16
[Verse 2]
Ay, what's that in my jeans
Keep it tucked when I creep
If he's talking, pull it out
And he gon' run or just scream
That's a switchblade bitch
Don't get cut to the teeth
Leave his body sprawled out like he's done off the lean
I'm too clean
You get hit with my soul
That talking on Snapchat will turn you to a ghost
And your clout ain't shit
Boy you only got hoes
And no dough, and no flow
Boy you'll never come close to me, jit
You're pissed
Mad cause I'm making more fucking money
Than his whole deal
Thought his boy was street then I turned him into roadkill
Everybody looking at me while I watch his dome spill
You the fucking type to send a threat, pull up, and fold still
I'm the type to turn your fucking body into oatmeal
I pop out at your party then I'm with my bros
Stealing all precious metals, even gold grills
Help your homie while he hold still
[Outro]
Fuck your favorite rapper