Concussion Lyrics – Hunxho

Read the full Concussion lyrics by Hunxho along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Hunxho’s music, you can also explore Pop Out and Blank, two other songs by Hunxho.

[Intro]
That that gas
That global high

[Verse 1]
We can go there, wherever you tryna go
I couldn’t go nowhere, I remember I was broke
Now this s*it here on the floor, we having pape’ like we sell dope
I make a million in a month, s*it, that’s a hundred K a show
Yeah, I stick to myself, I can’t be part of that
I’m geeked in this Jeep and this b!tch beat, nothing like a heart attack
When this s*it get deep, I get on feet, something like a quarterback
N!gga play, I wrap a rapper up, like where yo’ artist at?
N!gga play, they’ll wrap a rapper, all my youngins wilding
N!gga play, I’m playing with that stick just like a violin
Most of all my n!ggas done caught cases, they all violent
We’ll take it there with like whoever, ain’t nothing tied in
Tryna tell 41 get out that field, he like a tight end
Know my brother nem’ll never leave me like my right hand
Brother geeked up, walking on the moon, something like that Mike dance
No, I’ll never tell this s*it, on Dre, got s*it I’m not saying
Shootouts in my car, can’t go wrong, this s*it get brazy
I know he won’t fold ’cause I done rocked out with lil’ Bryson
I’m the one who run s*it down, won’t hear no n!gga chase me
I still be alive, I go to jail, can’t let ’em take me
Cash rule everything around me and pralines
It’s like it ain’t nothing that I do private, I’m on Say Cheese
Judge, I ain’t mean that, that’s what I did, no n!gga made me
Blood on blood is what them n!ggas shed, them n!ggas play me

[Verse 2]
I put the blues on the seat, but I’m bloody
I don’t need nothing, that don’t mean nothing
Same clothes, four days straight, I’m still thugging
I’m still clutching, I don’t do tustling
I don’t need nothing, G12 flushing
I’m getting money, my heart still pumping

I done made some millions, but I’m still hustling
I done made some millions, I barely do clubbing
I got stars in the ceiling, can barely see the sun
Talking ’bout cars, got too many, can barely choose one
Put a bird in my engine, she ain’t seeing nothing
Fu*k her, fu*k her head up like a concussion (Concussion)