Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heading On , by - Never Broke Again. Release date: 18.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Heading On |
| Free DDawg |
| (Winning lottery numbers coming up) |
| Cocaine all white GNikes, so I hit the street right |
| Hangin round actin like they lost some, know what it be like |
| I done seen how they change when im down |
| Riding round that P, smokin dope just singin loud |
| Muthafuck em if they dont know I ain’t gotta show |
| Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smokin strong though |
| Dirty bitches they done ran off left foreign cars sittin round in my home |
| Causin me to head on |
| I say that thats that Maybach, Red eye, Rolls Royce, I’m on |
| Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds |
| Two houses, condo, bad bitches waitin around |
| Tell me change but I can’t do it, I’m fresh cause I got money now |
| Hella blocks, hella chops, thirty shottas, no trap spot |
| Plain Jane, Patek Phileppe, arms reach of a crack pot |
| Get that rollie imma send it back I dont like how the bezel sized |
| Scared for a nigga to see her arm sleeve she got hella dots |
| Soon as it drop then the body drop |
| Police comin, call it through the cell |
| She ain’t wit' a nigga she ain’t around me now |
| It was the same way laid inside a cell |
| Tryna step on sum', payin to get me killed |
| In that red eye straight from out of hell |
| Got to much money to be out here stuntin' |
| And these dirty bitches dont wanna let me live |
| What you talkin? |
| All my kids got M’s and P’s |
| I knock sum' off I don’t wanna talk |
| Aye where the money where the lean, God damn |
| Fuck em all, I achieve |
| I ain’t gotta stand for shit, I got it all on my sleeve |
| Muthafuck em if they dont know, I ain’t gotta show |
| Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smookin strong though |
| Dirty bitches they done ran off left foreign cars sittin round in my home |
| Causin me to head on |
| I say that thats that Maybach, Red eye, Rolls Royce, I’m on |
| Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds |
| Two houses, condo, bad bitches waitin' around |
| Tell me change but I can’t do it, I’m fresh cause I got money now |
| Big stack, look there go Youngboy his lil ass wit' that big gat |
| Cemetary yard, I can’t pass, tell 'em risk that |
| Dont care bout how you cut it you not makin me |
| Give a fuck bout if they clutchin I say spray that shit |
| I say pop that boy, I say shoot that bitch |
| While I wait on my house to get gutted, I flood my wrist |
| I say hit the switch, I say put it in sport ain’t got no kick |
| I say Lean, stand, stand right, aim right nigga for you hit that stick |
| What you talkin? |
| All my kids got M’s and P’s |
| I knock sum' off I don’t wanna talk |
| Aye where the money where the lean, God damn |
| Fuck em all, I achieve |
| I ain’t gotta stand for shit, I got it all on my sleeve |
| Muthafuck em if they dont know, I ain’t gotta show |
| Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smookin strong though |
| Dirty bitches they done ran off left foreign cars sittin round in my home |
| Causin me to head on |
| I say that thats that Maybach, Red eye, Rolls Royce, I’m on |
| Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds |
| Two houses, condo, bad bitches waitin' around |
| Tell me change but I can’t do it, I’m fresh cause I got money now |