HEAD RUSH - AHC, Scoot

Fuck out of my face, start running

Try to take my place, I’m the base

You can never chase money

Never catching me, I’m not fronting

Busy thinking what you wanna do

I get through

Like honey

I see you tryna be all chummy with me

Like I can’t see through it

It’s too motherfuckin' funny

I’m a get it if I want it

(I'm a get it if I want it) te quedas joven

I been living in the moment

Crafting now I’m tryna hone it

I dont need to prove it to you

Cause I do it with the music that I’m pushin'

Hoya that you dug yourself in

I don’t know your life, but it’s selfish

Call me when you wanna be serious

You don’t impress me, bye

Ask me, try to waste time

Not charity case, why you hit my line

Baby I don’t even know you

Why you think I owe you

Fuck off, just let it die

Sorry sorry I’m a bitch

Why I gotta apologize for your shit

Put me on a pedestal, Honey just quit

Got flaws like a hot girl does

What’s the sitch

What makes you think I’m yours

No one gonna tell you no

I got you on the floor

Take off

You know I’m so fly

Do you wanna ride boy

I can hold tight

Uh, aw

Gotta head rush

Looking at a pretty girl like, like us

Slow down, Getting so (uh)

Now you wanna (sniff)

Now you wanna

Uh, aw

Better step off

Giving me no room

Shut the fuck up

Runaway while I’m being nice to you

I’m about to switch it up on you so bad

That you won’t recover

Soda pop in a crop top got the bass drop

Candy face and the bitty waist, and I won’t stop

I’m a little bitch with a little dog and a little bag

Got the boys to the curb and I’m unmatched

Earth sign, Calvin Klein

I’m so pretty

Me and AHC hottest bitches in the city

Toes black

And a heel stack in the drive thru

Perfume on, and I’m douched

Even on the zoom

Shady Scoot lootin' the pride off these bitches

I don’t even know the names of these bitches

Got a head rush and I’m seeing the stars

Looks like I’m lookin in the mirror too hard

Non stop slut and I’m stirring the pot

Slurp my drink while I watch you rot

Imitating my crew must be a big chore

I eat like a fucking kid in a candy store

It ain’t gonna cost you none

Stop tryna get on my song

Whack ass

Hooker, no talent?

Weigh me down, I’ll put you in a casket

Like a moth to a flame, bitches sticking on me like magnets

Magnets

And I’ve fuckin had it

Cut you with a hatchet

Call me when you wanna work

Flaccid, all you ever given me

In all of your tracks so

Fuck out of my face said it in the intro

Woah

Pop out

Run the city like

Got my cash out

Hash house

Eat it out

What it taste like? (taste like candy baby)

Put it in your face like

Face time

Gonna leave it behind

If you hate me

Why me quedo in your timeline

Too hot

Motherfuckers hate it when I shine