Deer In Headlights Lyrics

Huh, bitch I done been the man

Ya lil bitches clones, you hit up my phone, you beef over me on the internet

While me and your hoe, she giving me dome, me and your lil bitch getting intimate

Boy I'm in your home, then you better go, cus' I got a switch made of filament

Hoe are you feeling this

Hop in a sprinter van, I'm finna get it man

I mix up Rick and Raf and the Vetements

You gotta drop every month to stay relevant

I drop whenever I want boy they listening

Rock on me sediment, my word is testament

Broke boy head empty, got a deficit

Two red dots on me, they intelligent

I'm pouring mud in the cup and its evident

I put chrome hearts on my jeans

Uh, pour red in the cup make it bleed

Bro itchin' off percs he a fiend

Uh, hoe that could just never be me

Yellow the cup, the plug pour pee

And bitch I'm a dog, d-o-g

Lil bro wanna beef, with the OG

He a dear in headlights, d-o-e

Doe

Speakin' bout dough, get paper

I could smoke a bitch ass boy like vapor

My shooters pull up to your door, they cater

Hol' up wait, I gotta save sumn for later

I get the cheese and the bread, I'm a baker

You won't ever see me turn up with a faker

I saw your boy and he built like a freighter

Bro step on the earth he a goddamn shaker

Shakin' it, shakin' it, tremor

My bro cuttin' up like he got him a blender

My gun bisexual, don't care bout a gender

But it shoot a man or a bitch in the fender

Enhance too fye, burnin' with ember

Yo man too fake, that boy he a render

I could pop out, Popeyes, chicken tenders

Bitch I was first, you know I'm a mentor

Bitch I'm a mentor, you an apprentice

I'm in your lil bitch's mouth like a dentist

Bro mix up prescriptions, lil bro is a chemist

I set the record straight, hoe I might end up in Guinness

Free Young Thug, business is business

I'm in her presence like this shit was Christmas

Uh, new Glock nineteen top of my wishlist

Bro hit my line imma fuckin' dismiss it

Early dismissal

Shoutout my drac' that bitch got a kick, woah

Talkin' bout Drake, bro got a missile

I ain't gon' hit if you ain't got cake though

Wait though

Modern day profit, I'm mo' fuckin' Plato

Weird ass man, wearin' axe, like Kratos

Lil brodie wild, we gotta tame him

Lil brodie Filthy, somebody wake him

Speakin' bout dough, get paper

I could smoke a bitch ass boy like vapor

My shooters pull up to your door, they cater

Hol' up wait, I gotta save sumn for later

I get the cheese and the bread, I'm a baker

You won't ever see me turn up with a faker

I saw your boy and he built like a freighter

Bro step on the earth he a goddamn shaker

Huh huh, shakin' it up

Huh huh, roll off a dub

Huh huh, free Young Thug

Huh, yeah, free all the guys, free all my slimes

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

Yeah, yeah, bitch

I would rather die, than be like you

Braindead boy don't know two plus two

Roll down the window, the choppa it shoot

Turn your bitch to a widow and work out her glutes

Lil bitch I'm a murderer fuck about you

I could make you drop off, like you Bruce

Woah, woah, woah, woah