Head Off - Jim Jones, Lil Durk

If we knock the head off, the body fall deep

I just popped a Xanax, help me fall asleep

Look at you crazy, like how you cross me

Years of my life, what the streets cause me

Down in Baltimor, I got some killers in New Yourk that drive to Baltimor

And if they payed to kill, they gon slide for it

And I love my savages, we in the city making all the noise

Jones!

Arm, leg, then we bustin the head

New Yourk niggas, we hustle for bread

My man got shot, and he got cuffed to the bed

I watched his mom pray for him, while she was touching his head

Lord is my witniss, so I can only spit the truth

Like he did with his gun, and he didn’t get to shoot

Top off all Summer, like he didn’t get the roof

We was young, smoking Reefer, blowing smoke out the roof

Now we on plains, with the Mack like a laptop

Tryna catch my balance and terbulance when we slap box

Still cop them pretty forin cars from them Crack blocks

Give my niggas inspiration, cause they still trap locked

If we knock the head off, the body fall deep

I just popped a Xanax, help me fall asleep

Look at you crazy, like how you cross me

Years of my life, what the streets cause me

Down in Baltimor, I got some killers in New Yourk that drive to Baltimor

And if they payed to kill, they gon slide for it

And I love my savages, we in the city making all the noise

We got all the cars, you know we bust down all the Audomers

You can catch us in the Raith, you see all the stars

We flying through your town, we making all the noise

Nigga, call the boys

I’m from a town that kill you dead on the spot

Know a couple druglords that turned to federal cops

Been in the kitchen when the Coke was ready to rock

Know what to say, hoped the run was never ready to stop

That’s my favorite, plus these ngiggas I was raised with

Took them to buy roes, and never even apraized it

Who am I, cause I been accused of the same shit

These bitches and the jewelry, I made it

If we knock the head off, the body fall deep

I just popped a Xanax, help me fall asleep

Look at you crazy, like how you cross me

Years of my life, what the streets cause me

Down in Baltimor, I got some killers in New Yourk that drive to Baltimor

And if they payed to kill, they gon slide for it

And I love my savages, we in the city making all the noise