SHE IS HYPERACTIVE

By DVRST

Released on November 11, 2022

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[Intro]

(DVRST)


[Chorus]

Ever seen a hater get shot in the head?


[?Yo' flick up all on him and take all his bread?]

Everyday somebody dies in my hood and these bloods gon' get killed

With that eightball on your chest, I got no love for you

Ever seen a hater get shot in the head?


[?Yo' flick up all on him and take all his bread?]

Everyday somebody dies in my hood and these bloods gon' get killed

With that eightball on your chest, I got no love for you


[Verse 1]


[?]


[Bridge]

And if you got some hammer, nigga

Bring that shit to the door, nigga

Look into my face, ho

'Cause the way you act is how I'm gon' react back, nigga

I'm gon' have your gat

And gon' do something for me


[Verse 2]

[I'm at the condo with my bitch around the table, yeah

Make my rhythm, make some niggas dance to me with love

Nigga, if they kill me, I'll be dead with my family, fuck

I made this for my dad man, I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up?]


[Chorus]

Ever seen a hater get shot in the head?


[?Yo' flick up all on him and take all his bread?]

Everyday somebody dies in my hood and these bloods gon' get killed

With that eightball on your chest, I got no love for you


[Post-Chorus]

Hoes given 'em holes in they heart with that zigzag straight

Every time I take my blicky, they be shakin'

I ain't thinkin' blood on my mind, spare bullets in my clip

With the hollow tip turned to the number one, sit still

Hoes given 'em holes in they heart with that zigzag straight

Every time I take my blicky, they be shakin'

I ain't thinkin' blood on my mind, spare bullets in my clip

With the hollow tip turned to the number one, sit still


[Verse 3]

That's why I ride with the shooters on the back

In the hood, I'm so hot and I made yo' mama cry

When the pistols from that click pop a home in your dome

Niggas talkin' all that shit, I ain't scared, bring it on


[Chorus]

Ever seen a hater get shot in the head?


[?Yo' flick up all on him and take all his bread?]

Everyday somebody dies in my hood and these bloods gon' get killed

With that eightball on your chest, I got no love for you