Robb Bank$, Femtogo - HEADSHOT FREESTYLE (SWISS CHEESE NOZZLE) lyrics

I ain't heard the headphones loud in so long

Oogie mane killed it

I think I might be happy

Yeee uh, uh, uh huh yeee uh huh
Yeee uh huh (Yeee) yeee

Hold up, back on 'em, till I spazz on 'em
Hold up, pazz on 'em, flash on 'em
Racks on me spot 'em got 'em, headshot 'em
Tell him go dig up his dead partner
Pouring up Tech out the glass bottle
No problem gET DOWN! BOW!

New Tech 9 wit' a swiss cheese nozzle
Coming for the get back, full throttle
Try to run away zig zag, still shot him
In the 250 Bent Coupe, what Audi?
I don't know about no murder, not telling
Take a whole Perc 15, I'm flying
And I'm all bout my currency
Like I'm Young Roddy
Set it up FEMTO, go gеt 'em
Hold up bitch I ain't ready 18k for the prеz

These fuck ns plush, they Teddies
To the door say 'FEMTO sent you'
Eenie minie mo wit' these bitches
Kill your mama and your
Girl it's just business
I work your bitch out with the fitness
I'm the future, past
Present I'll fuck up your Christmas
In 2012 chopped up the bricks like confetti
I meant it and I said it
If you ain't about it I ain't get it
Cause you ain't finna like where I take it
Don't tempt me

She battle for the dick like sensei
And your mom know it taste like candy
I dunk in your bitch like the Dikembe
Imma need you show me what the head like
I don't hit all guts
And I raw dog every time
Got clapped like ten times
Yee headshot bitch bed time
Yeah my new bitch made headlines
Wait uh 2 to 3 years bitch, fair time
Yeah no I break hearts every time
Tesla Bentley Lambo Benz me
Rentie, she got good credie
Mani, pedi, FEMTO, petty
Fuck your bestie she wasn't even ready
Tell everybody bet on me
I tell the bricks to kiss on me

I fucked her then she couldn't sleep
They geekin' on the energy
Imma meet 'em at the embassy
That 38 is still on me if I see an enemy
Wait wait hold on what the
Fuck you talking bout son?
Who the fuck ns you brought wit' you son?
Up top, I let my bronze bitch fuck
In Timbs and a Durag, talk that talk
Word to Mother B, I ain't feeling that son
Wet a na up, hope you brought your gun
Raised y'all ns so I call you son
Bout action, y'all talk too much

Hold up, back on 'em, till I spazz on 'em
Hold up, pazz on 'em, flash on 'em
Racks on me spot 'em got 'em, headshot 'em
Tell him go dig up his dead partner
Pouring up Tech out the glass bottle
No problem