REASON, Cozz, G Perico, Dreamville - Hair Salon lyrics

From the barbershops to the hair salons
(Yeah) our name stay on your head
I'ma catch hypothermia, dog
Let that sink in hahaha, suckers

Read the headlines, bitch-ass nigga
It's bedtime my nigga fresh home
He on swole from doin' that fed time
(Welcome home, nigga, Gangsta)
Got the big ol' BG from
My stomach to my chest (Tatted)
Bought my bitch some brand
New silicone, double D, Big breasts
Enterprise around my neck
Goin' live for my respect
Ain't a life that I won't spare
They goin' wild about my hair
She in hеr feelings, I don't care
I'm a player (So what, bitch?)
Why thesе marks talkin' down on a gangster?
(Punk-ass nigga) uh, seen the blue lights
Thought about my two strikes (Fuck)
Jump out and run 'cause I can't do life
(Ha ha ha)
Lil' voice in my head sayin', "Kill 'em"
(Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em)
Lil' voice in my head demandin' millions
(Money, money, money)

6 AM, I was in my
Drawers, runnin' from the law
Duckin' the dogs on this mic'
I don't say shit that's false (Nope)
G, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons
'cross the country talkin' about me
(Bitch)

Ayy, when you talk about me
(Me) , talk about top three, ayy (Yeah)
I tell no lies on and off of that beat, ayy
(Straight up)
My niggas yell, "Cuz" but your
Mama ain't my auntie, Ayy
(This my auntie)
Some my niggas yell, "Blood" but for
All my niggas I bleed, Yeah
(Gang)
Woke up in the mornin' with a vendetta
I need the Velveeta, I gotta get bread up
(Cheese) fuck all that linkin'
I'm stackin' my Lincolns
Don't meet brand-new bitches
It might be a setup
Real niggas don't fall for the get-up
I get up early, your bitch make the bed up
(Ha) we would not let up even if you let us
Don't give a fuck if I was keto dietin'
(No way)
Give us a reason, my people is riotin'
(Bitch)
I try to keep peace, but they tryin' it
Must be a lease 'cause we is not buyin' it
(Straight up)
I'm talkin' 'bout all of that
Shit you been sellin'
You niggas would gas up a Tesla (Pfft)
Fuck all that talk about who
You think next up
Four fingers, brought the West up (Facts)
Six, five, see 8th Street, yeah, nigga
Right off of Western (Hm-m)
Real Hunger Games in my section
Be the hungriest
A nigga hunger off some bony shit
Cody Macc on that lonely shit
In my own lane, movin' forty-six
Takin' my time, movin' at my own pace
Yeah, nigga, I'm in my own race, bitch

6 AM, I was in my
Drawers, runnin' from the law
Duckin' the dogs on this mic'
I don't say shit that's false (Nope)
G, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons
'cross the country talkin' about me
(Bitch)

Yeah, look, REASON speakin'
So your girl is movin'
Wait, pussy killer, I deserve the rumors, huh
Lived through my pain and put
My verses through it put the worst into it
Nigga, this Top shit, if it's hoes
In it, I goes in it, For sure in it
Pussy cold, I done froze in it
Tell her, "Bring a friend
We could both get it" wait
Came up Eastside, nigga
Hoes texts, I don't respond, nigga
Pull a bad bitch in a Nissan, nigga
We get to arguin', I flip shit like B-Side
I'm too high, three high
I smoke, she drive
Livin' like I got three lives
Fuckin' like I got three wives
My eyes slanted, it's reclined
I like my women and whips foreign
All of my whores be V sized
Let's rewind, it's pressure, baby, shit
She next to a cold nigga, her soul lifted
My money talk, these hoes listen
Wait, I only fuck gold diggers
Hit it from the side, I pose in it
Scream out to the neighbors
Need a woman that got her
A nigga 'cause, bitch
You want time and mine is all taken
Money, I'm chasin', REAS'

6 AM, I was in my
Drawers, runnin' from the law
Duckin' the dogs on this mic'
I don't say shit that's false (Nope)
G, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons
'cross the country talkin' about me
(Bitch)