Video Helmets For Hats de Acelex On Da Track 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Acelex On Da Track - Helmets For Hats Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, like
One thing I'ma do, I'ma talk my shit
These niggas know I'ma just, I be speakin' from the heart
Uh, whatever I say, you know what I'm sayin'? Stand on it from the start
Huh, yeah, huh, huh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, free Threat Billy
Free all the bros, free Big Slime, free everybody, huh

[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah, fuckin' these hoes, this shit too easy
Send the bitch home, then rock out the show with all the bros, this shit too easy
New pack gotta go, you movin' too slow, I'm taxin' for hoes 'cause, bitch, I need you
Just leave Spill alone, he a demon
I've been itchin' and squeezin', no playin', just give me a reason
All year, it be murder time, so an opp nigga die every season
Back then, they wouldn't need me, got freak bitches showin' cleavage
My name gettin' big, but I ain't pussy, my skin brown, but I ain't Cleveland
Baby talkin' that freak shit on that phone, be ready to fuck me when you see me
I just want you to get on your knees, that's one of my needs because I need it
No ho can't try me like I'm green, we can't proceed, lil' ho, it's bleedin'
Shot a nigga up close, my brand-new hoodie, bitch, I had to bleach it, huh
Bro tried to pull a back door, I'm glad I had the secret
Had his bitch, he took her back, though, I'm glad I got to beat it
Say anything, I got them racks, though, can't act like you don't see it
That never lackin' dripped-out nigga, you wanna be it
[Chorus]
Police think they know me, say, "You always got a gun," I said, "Sometimes"
See the opps and we always make 'em run, not just sometimes
In the trenches, this shit be always dark, it ain't no sunshine
Helmets for hats, you better not lack, you'll get gunned down

[Verse 2]
Huh, huh, frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, I ain't goin'
Knock shit down, that young nigga a fool from the three like James Harden
Just came to fuck, I ain't your pussy-ass baby daddy, I ain't spoilin'
Came to win, be damned if I don't win a Grammy, I ain't goin'
New bitch talkin' 'bout she a blazer, think I'm goin' to Portland
I'ma send the funds 'til you get out that can, my bro important
Hurt my heart, they gave B5 that time, tell 'em free shorty
I don't wanna die, fresh out the liquor store, gotta keep 40
Put a bitch on they ass, time to die since he wanna be horny
Fuckin' this ho friend, think it's a setup, bitch, why you record me?
Fuck the opps, niggas be lyin', hope he die tellin' stories
Come fuck with a lil' smacker, baby, your nigga be corny

[Chorus]
Police think they know me, say, "You always got a gun," I said, "Sometimes"
See the opps and we always make 'em run, not just sometimes
In the trenches, this shit be always dark, it ain't no sunshine
Helmets for hats, you better not lack, you'll get gunned down
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Helmets for hats, you better not lack, you'll get gunned down
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Helmets for hats, you better not lack, you'll get gunned down
3:11 in the morning, man
I'm geeked up
You know what the fuck goin' on, smackers outside
And we'll be outside tomorrow