[Chorus: Cartel MGM]
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders

[Verse 1: Cartel MGM]
Time to [?] up
[?] I ain't having that
For running off with the pack
That fuck n***a get wacked
[?]
[?]
Til your body get cold
Can't see no more, can't breathe no more
Parking lot shootouts
[?] drunk as fuck
If I ever ran out of bullits, you would be a dead fuck
A dead fuck
For real, homes
[?] to your home
I could give a fuck, about you [?]
All I need to know is whеre your pussy ass sleep
I know Pablo [?]
If he cooked you, you would bеcome fuck n***a soup
[Chorus: Cartel MGM]
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
Patta
Leave me be, bruh
Leave me be, bruh
50 shots catch you running off, like a cheeta
Fuck n***as violate, hate to see you winning
That's why my chopper smoking them, and my revolver spinning
Plenty bands spending, while you suckas out here telling
Riding with the 40, I'm a convicted fellin
Bitch ass n***a be running [?] sucker, it will never seese
[?] real n***as, [?] it get serious [?] police
Smoke like an engen [?], sip syrup, Texas Tea
[?] California leaves, like Wiz Khalifa
50 bands on your head, it's elementary

[Chorus: Cartel MGM]
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders
Take his head off his shoulders