Head Busted Song Lyrics

Head Busted by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

We in this b**ch, you already know
(Skeeo!, you crazy)
Uh Uh, Top, baow, huh
Take a look in my eyes and tell me what do you see
A nigga got no love and never have no peace
I got it straight out the mud
I come straight out the street

Them people on me, talkin’ ’bout Feds in the city (Feds in the city)
I stand on business, so, they out to get me
They don’t like that I got plenty millions (That I got plenty millions)
I’m talkin’ bout cutthroat to the meat show
Every nigga that you see run wit’ me (Cutthroat to the meat show)
I got that whole thing isolated from Salt Lake to my city (You know that)
b**ch I’m drawin’ down don’t play me, for I put somethin’ in ya fitted (Lil’ boy, look)
Buckin Mills Kansas City, I get around on you b**ches (I get around)
Listen to Rilla, Gotti in prison, come in my cell and kiss me
Hol’ up thottie-ottie mami, I like violence and semis, I’m dangerous

Green rag committee, I’m bangin’
Car wit’ no slingers but swangin’
Pop-out get Top, what you thinkin’? (Ah-ah)
b**ch you know it’s murder gang (Murder gang)
Stalk all night we murder men (Murder men)
Pray all night then make that [?] Not ’round cause they ain’t elevate
They the same and I’m the one who changed

All that lame sh*t get you f**ked up (Yeah)
b**ch if you miss (Nigga) just know your luck up (Know your luck up)
(Look, look) You’ll get your motherf**kin’ water cut and all your partners head bust
Lil’ boy, you don’t want start wit’ us

I’m official
I’ll mask down behind my nigga, keep a pistol
Got the industry and my whole town want to kill me
b**ch I’m cutthroat, to my opp and sure, I don’t f**k wit’ gremlins
I’m a demon, pallbearer, gravediggin’ f**k wit’ me (Woah)
Real nigga status, big dog sh*t, need a big dog b**ch
Now I know you know, we don’t got to go to no store (Uh-uh)
They gon’ bring that sh*t, I buy lot’s of expensive things
I’m talkin’ ’bout clothes and diamonds for her wrist

Green rag committee, I’m bangin’
Car wit’ no slingers but swangin’
Pop-out get Top, what you thinkin’? (Ah-ah)
b**ch you know it’s murder gang (Murder gang)
Stalk all night we murder men (Murder men)
Pray all night then make that [?] Not ’round cause they ain’t elevate
They the same and I’m the one who changed

All that lame sh*t get you f**ked up (Yeah)
b**ch if you miss (Nigga) just know your luck up (Know your luck up)
(Look, look) You’ll get your motherf**kin’ water cut and all your partners head bust
Lil’ boy, you don’t want start wit’ us