Dreadlocks Songtext

I got some niggas that'll send you to the Lord, you a lil' boy
When I catch you, we gon' stretch you, that's on God
Talkin' reckless all on Insta', I'ma make you hold that noise
All  my niggas been official, bitch, we known for slangin' rods
You ain't gon' pop nothin', bitch, I'm gon' drop somethin', I ain't gon' stop dumpin'
I ain't gon' stop coming, I bet you stop running because them shots coming
We opp hunting, the chopper spot somethin', he tryna drop something
And I'm not frontin' just 'cause you got money, that ain't gon' stop nothin'

All my niggas, they been slidin' 'round town, tryna lay a nigga down
When we catch him, we gon' make his head bop
And I know he ain't livin' like I'm livin', when we catch him we gon' zip him
Fuck your legs, we aim for your dreadlocks
And you know I keep that rod with me
Nine times out of ten it's in the car with me
Who tryna spin? Let's see who wanna go to war with me
I got some niggas who'll send you to the Lord for me
To the Lord for me