[Lyric] Head or Tails (Yung Chino)

Intro:
Yeahhhhh… bitch I’m Yung Chino, turned to TrapChino
This that rap music, this that trap music
This that fuck yo mom and dad and make them mad music
I make that passion music, not your pastor’s music
I’m just tryna grab the bag and throw some cash up in it
Throw some racks up in it, throw some stacks up in it
Ima go and fuckin’ get it if you with me or against me yeahhh… (yeahhh)

Hook:
I just flipped a coin, call it head or tails (or tails)
That bitch gave me head, probably went to Yale (oh yeah)
Might just flip a bale, might just flip a bale (that work)
Sell it by the gram, weigh it on the scale
(x2)

Verse 1:
Might just flip a bale, might just flip a bale (that work)
Bitch I’m talkin’ plug, bitch I’m talkin’ scales (plug)
Bitches like wassup, they my clientele (wassup)
Bitch I’m tryna fuck, I just made a sale (oh yeah)
Bitch I keep it tucked right around my belt (it’s tucked)
Damn these niggas soft, they like Cottonelle (you scared)
Call it head or tails, you don’t wanna fail (you don’t)
If you go to jail, you can’t pay the bail (oh no)
Boy you lookin’ broke, lookin’ broke as hell (you broke)
Smokin’ too dope, you done broke the scale (no scale)
Sniffin’ too much coke, a different kind of scale (that coco)
If you didn’t know, I’m talkin’ fish scale (splash)
Drownin’ in the water, fuckin’ different daughters (your daughter)
Do it with dishonor, I can’t tell the father (no no)
Drownin’ in the water, made my dick grow taller (grow taller)
I know I’m a baller, put her on my roster (that’s right)
Hook:
I just flipped a coin, call it head or tails (or tails)
That bitch gave me head, probably went to Yale (oh yeah)
Might just flip a bale, might just flip a bale (that work)
Sell it by the gram, weigh it on the scale
(x2)

Verse 2:
Always been the man, always had them plans (some plans)
I don’t want them xans, I just want some bands (them bands)
I don’t want them xans, I love all my fans (I do)
You don’t get no love, you can’t understand (no no)
I can’t get enough, I just love the rush (I want some more)
Diamonds in the rough, diamonds in the cut (I’m so cold)
Dug it out the mud, you can’t fuck with us (oh no no no)
When pushin’ come to shove, I stand tall above (yeaugh)
I’m aimin’ for niggas above, aim for your bitch with my nut (ugh)
Yo bitch she lovin’ my touch, burn every track that I touch (light it up)
She touchin’ and lovin’ me now, scorin’ I’ll make a touchdown (count it up)
Pound after pound after pound, I’m hittin’, I’m givin’ her rounds (oh yeah)
Got all the buzz, I am the nigga you wishin’ you was (you was)
Got all the love, shoutout to niggas that’s wishin’ me dubs (that’s love)
For Gwinnett, I do this for my bros
I rep the 404, that’s the code

Hook:
I just flipped a coin, call it head or tails (or tails)
That bitch gave me head, probably went to Yale (oh yeah)
Might just flip a bale, might just flip a bale (that work)
Sell it by the gram, weigh it on the scale
(x2)