Lyrics CEO (Head Huncho) - Nak0047

Head Honcho, CEO
You know you ain't bro
I be with my niggas
In some places, you know you can't go
Backwood stuffed with Za, already high
You know you can't smoke
Had a bunch of people do me bad
But now I'm moving on

Neck on froze, wedding flow
Not gone fold, never fold
Flex too hard, check yo hoe
Problems small, I step on those
Cross em' out like X and O
Texaco, Vegetable
Off them drugs I flex the most
Don't sweat no hoe if I got hoes

They tryna get me sick
Pop a perc and I pour up the medicine
Burn that boy and you don't leave no evidence
Black on black, we gone move like the president
In that pussy, that shit was so heavenly
Social distance whenever I'm stepping in
Fuck Donald Trump, get that work from the Mexicans
I do not know that boy who the fuck let em' in

Balling on niggas, I don't need a letterman
Niggas they talk a lot like David letterman
I use to walk the block with the gang meddling
Cuz in the kitchen, he look like a chef with it

My plug he named Jorge
I ball out no rogain
Bad lil bih go both ways
I get paid, I don't throw shade

Now I got money, niggas wanna be okay
Glove and a weapon, I be looking like OJ
Play with the kitty, I'm with it she with it
It's wet and sticky, she loving the four play

You can try what you want just not us
No bullshit nigga this Glock tucked
Bitch I came with a mill, that's potluck
I don't fuck with these niggas they not us
Bitch I came from the jects' my block tough
Try to run down get shot up
Beat it like Mike till it lock up
Wherever you at I'm a pop up

I had that gas in my locker
Fire alarm, had to kick em up out it
Use to get percs like the doctor I'm wilding
This medication got me outta my body
I pop a Tes' she gone fuck me on molly
I bop and I jig, I'm too lit at the party
I beat that boy up like the nigga from Charlotte
He tried to diss me, I caught it, he cop a plea now he sorry

I don't wanna hear it, I had to go upgrade my spirit
These niggas they weird and I'm chilling
I fucked on his bitch I'm a villain
I Come through at night on the block, I been spinning
They mad as fuck that my bitch and me twinning
They talk about beef but I'm hot like the skillet
I look like a mf ticket
I'm fine as a fuck, and I'm winning
She fucking with me it's a difference, that simple
Popping yo bubble like pimple
I promise I don't talk in riddles
I'm cutting the man out the middle
Ya hand in my pocket No issue
I dump out the pistol, come get em

Head Honcho, CEO
You know you ain't bro
I be with my niggas, in some places
You know you can't go
Backwood stuffed with Za, already high
You know you can't smoke
Had a bunch of people, do me bad
But now I'm moving on

Neck on froze, wedding flow
Not gone fold, never fold
Flex too hard, check yo hoe
Problems small, I step on those
Cross em' out like X and O
Texaco, Vegetable
Off them drugs I flex the most
Don't sweat no hoe if you got hoes