Yella Beezy – Headlocc Lyrics
Yella Beezy Headlocc Lyrics Ft. Young Thug
I said I’m on my young niqqa sh!t with this one, you feel me (Ayy)
And I got the streets too, you know (Ayy)
(Blame it on Monstah) I got it, I got it
I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it
[Yella Beezy:] Ayy, I got your b!tch in a headlock
Fvcked on the b!tch and I sped off
Hit the girl, lookin’ for red dots (Headlock)
Kickin’ b!tch sh!t ’till my legs lock
What the fvck niqqa? Them fed costs
.223 knock a b!tch head off (Headlock)
Young-young-young niqqa ’round me rouge-ish (Rouge-ish)
You ain’t gotta ask, I’m totin’ (Totin’)
Big-big .45, I’m focused (Headlock)
I bust a niqqa head open (Open)
Killers outside their store (Store)
And I put the play in motion (Headlock)
Hey, hey
You bumpin’, I hope that you ’bout it niqqa (‘Bout it, niqqa)
Got all of my lil’ niqqa ridin’, niqqa (Ridin’, niqqa)
And that sh!t that gon’ make you come out it, niqqa (Headlock)
Got Uzis and choppas niqqa (Choppas, niqqa)
Cuffin’ that b!tch and she garbage, niqqa (Garbage, niqqa)
I shoot her a text, she come swallow, niqqa (Headlock)
We ain’t worried ’bout him
We-we ain’t worried ’bout sh!t (Nah)
He so tender d!ck
I can send the play his way (Why?)
‘Cause he still worried ’bout a b!tch (Ooh)
These niqqas say they gangsta (Ooh)
Talkin’, “Rah, rah,” but he ain’t really murkin’ sh!t (Huh)
He ain’t really hurtin’ sh!t (Huh)
In the car with him and gotta be careful, lil’ B!tch
‘Cause it’s gon’ get him
He’ll be the first one to snitch (Ooh)
He’ll be the first one to switch
The first one to b!tch, he’ll be the first one to trip
Ah, sh!t, damn, look at this, mm
What happened to the tough time?
niqqas just bumpin’, that’s bluff time
I swear my lil’ niqqas clock time
Fifty naqqas with me, gotta pop smoke
Comin’, hey
Hey, I got your B!tch in a headlock
Fvcked on the b!tch and I sped off
Hit the girl, lookin’ for red dots (Headlock)
Kickin’ b!tch sh!t ’till my legs lock
What the fvck niqqa? Them fed costs
.223 knock a B!tch head off
Young-young-young niqqa ’round me rouge-ish (Rouge-ish)
You ain’t gotta ask, I’m totin’ (Totin’)
Big-big .45, I’m focused (Headlock)
I bust a niqqa head open (Open)
Killers outside their store (Store)
And I put the play in motion (Headlock)
[Young Thug:]
Ayy
I-I-I pour up the purple potion, ayy
I made lil’ mom give the bullsh*t, ayy
The coupe is all white like it’s lotion (Headlock), uh, ayy
You talkin’ like hoes and they noticed
AK, it can stop all your motion
I put some on your head like Yoshi (Headlock)
I bought the Patek at Saks
Ask the B!tch for her hip and it’s snatched (Woo)
That lil’ B!tch comin’ back like I’m crack (Woo)
I told that B!tch, “Gucci, my slacks” (Slatt)
I hid guns and shotties in back (Slatts)
Pay the cops to cover my tracks (Like)
Get the mop, too big for the spatula (The mop)
She had came on my d!ck, then I sped it
Can’t go back, we too far for the straggler (Yeah)
Get them pounds out the bags and we bag it up (Yeah)
I hit [?] the sounds on the Davins truck (Woo)
Then I told the lil’ b!tch get her caddy up (Woo)
Through the Cartier scope, I see they mad at us (Ha)
Yeah, I see they mad at us (Yeah)
With the black ‘Ventador and we sped it up (Skrrt)
Got a baddie and she ain’t American (Yee)
That lil’ shopping bag, I’m in America
[Yella Beezy:] Ayy, I got your b-tch in a headlock
F–ked on the b-tch and I sped off
Hit the girl, lookin’ for red dots (Headlock)
Kickin’ B!tch sh!t ’till my legs lock
What the fvck niqqa? Them fed costs
.223 knock a b!tch head off (Headlock)
Young-young-young niqqa ’round me rouge-ish (Rouge-ish)
You ain’t gotta ask, I’m totin’ (Totin’)
Big-big .45, I’m focused (Headlock)
I bust a niqqa head open (Open)
Killers outside their store (Store)
And I put the play in motion (Headlock)