Chris Brown, Young Thug ft. Gunna - She Bumped Her Head Lyrics

(Makers)
Gon' pull up on 'em, pull up
Yeah
Should I get it? No cap
(Run that back Turbo)

(Sex) My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin' her (sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told you but he should have told you I'm killin' 'em (just let him talk)
I be draped in Margiela's, and I don't need credentials (don't need credentials, baby)
If a nigga can't put that shit on, gotta get out the premises (beat it)
I just came from the crack of the dawn, yes, a nigga we strugglin' (no cap)
Had to put all my young niggas on, ain't no jewelry, we share-y (lil' bitch)
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day 'cause these niggas been trippin' ('bout us got 'em fooled)

I triple up, pour up my cup and it's all 'tussin
And my coupe got nitro and all dat
So we smokin' these niggas like kush
Yeah, when we fuck on these hoes, make 'em gush
Pop out the Bentley Mulsanne at the Tootsie's
I fuck on your ho and she say that's my pussy
I wet paper napkin, I'm wipin' my dick
All this Actavis slushie, my ho drink the Cristal
She wrapped in Saran, the fresh as she can 'cause I just been playin' with these bands (racks)
I open my hand, there's nothin' but bands, now YSL big as Japan (On God)
My head dropped in that Lamb' as fast as I can 'cause I always get tripped by a van (skrrt)
I pop in my mama, my bitch, and even my baby mama whip a sedan
I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand, I'm waitin' on these bags to land (racks)
I'm cool as a fan, you play with my man, and we come and takin' your land
I took YSL from here to the can, and he got niggas waitin' to land (slatt)
I told all my niggas, "Sit back, it's a scam", when these niggas goin' on a rant

My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin' her (sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told you but he should have told you I'm killin' 'em (just let him talk)
I be draped in Margiela's, and I don't need credentials (don't need credentials, baby)
If a nigga can't put that shit on, gotta get out the premises (beat it)
I just came from the crack of the dawn, yes, a nigga we strugglin' (no cap)
Had to put all my young niggas on, ain't no jewelry, we share-y (lil' bitch)
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day 'cause these niggas been trippin' ('bout us got 'em fooled)

Spent a whole hundred racks on a plain Jane
That's a cool pretty penny, you lil' bitty bitches
Know me for my first and my last name
I done went got the riches, I'm matchin' the vision
I'm fuckin' these hoes in the backstage
No, I don't do no kisses
You know I just tip her and send her home like a Backpage
I been playin' with this ice look like Ice Age
I just got me a rose gold chain, it remind me of Moet
Got the Louis V shirt, and better chain, should have seen how I wore it (yeah, yeah)
I call the slimes that'll pull up with the things that'll kill all the noise
If you ask, now I'm headed out to Spain, I got foreign whores
That biscotti, I smoke it like a train
Smell that shit in my kidney
I got lil' shawty inside of Mulsanne
She don't know it's a Bentley
She asked me for a lil' help on her backend
And you know that I did it
Found an old check and I went to go cash it
Lot of money we gettin'

My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin' her (sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told you but he should have told you I'm killin' 'em (just let him talk)
I be draped in Margiela's, and I don't need credentials (don't need credentials, baby)
If a nigga can't put that shit on, gotta get out the premises (beat it)
I just came from the crack of the dawn, yes, a nigga we strugglin' (no cap)
Had to put all my young niggas on, ain't no jewelry, we share-y (lil' bitch)
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day 'cause these niggas been trippin' ('bout us got 'em fooled)

I ordered two more two-tones
Callin' my plug on two phones
Lambos, six-fours
Got a offset, it's sittin' low
My shit's stainless, don't put your fingers on it
No, these ain't no finger waves
Bitch, this ain't Tony Tony Tony
I feel like Kurt Cobain, get the brain with the shotgun
Yeah, my niggas do it for me, I never shot one
And watch her get on her knees, give me that rubber
I told her I got five on me, send me the wire (ooh)

My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin' her (sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told you but he should have told you I'm killin' 'em (just let him talk)
I be draped in Margiela's, and I don't need credentials (don't need credentials, baby)
If a nigga can't put that shit on, gotta get out the premises (beat it)
I just came from the crack of the dawn, yes, a nigga we strugglin' (no cap)
Had to put all my young niggas on, ain't no jewelry, we share-y (lil' bitch)
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day 'cause these niggas been trippin' ('bout us got 'em fooled)

That biscotti, I smoke it like a train
Spend that shit on my Porsche
This my lil' shawty first time inside the Lamb'
She can't open the doors
I do not fuck with you disloyal niggas
Thought the whip could be yours
Cross out that double, and hit it with the triple
It ain't no other choice