Headlock Lyrics – Lil Wayne ft. Rich The Kid

Pull up to the house in something you can't pronounce
All of my chains is out
Foreign lil' bi*ch, I'm learning her language now
I know what her name is now
But that ain't important
If he ain't gang we extort him
I keep my brain in my quota
I do the dash, I won't see flames from the motor
Stay in your lane or get over
Beep, beep, beep, beep, all of these bags, I'm a hoarder
All of this activist moving as fast as a tortoise
Been balling since back, back, back, back
Me and Lil' Rich, we been balling since national...
I keep the cash like it's garbage
The greener the grass in the garden
I'm planting a forest
Red as the ants in the army
Your bi*ch gone get F'd like a test
Shе got class in the morning
Moonwalk, let the juicе talk
Got sticks, got racks, no pool balls
Don't think I won't shoot 'cause I'm a superstar
I can shoot for the stars, hit a shooting star
I can walk it like I talk it with my shoes off
Soft chinchilla in the villa, that's too hard
Fu*king on a lil' bi*ch
Said her boyfriend a crip, cut her off
Think she tried to give me blue balls
Cheek, cheek, turn one booty, cheek, cheek, turn one booty
Cheek, cheek, turn both booty cheeks, they go boom, bong
I got one hoe with me, she got something for me
Let me take off this red and get blue on

Oh lord, oh lord, she said, "I got ahead, " she gone blow off
Headshot, headshot, that tongue put my di*k in a headlock, mm
Oh lord, oh lord, she said, "I got ahead, " she gone blow off
Headshot, headshot, that tongue put my di*k in a headlock, mm
That tongue put my di*k in a headlock
She gave me some neck, stuck her neck out
I open her legs and she stretch down
She lay in the bed and it's wet now
She talk all that heat and she melt down
I gave the drill and it helped out
I gave her the D and she fell out
Put some ice on her finger
She chilled out (Big CEO)

You rapping that Sh*t that you ain't about (Woo)
They really do anything for the clout (Clout)
His daddy a rat, he a mini mouse (Ha)
Ain't chasing no bi*ches, we pick 'em out
These Ni*gas be lame, please do not speak on my name
Short fifteen minutes of the fame
Got a young Ni*ga die for the chain (Chain)
Buy a Cuban like, have 'em knock out your brain
She wanna have a trust fund, baby
Open up wide, girl, just take some
I ain't gotta say nothing, she gone just get naked
Young Ni*ga really rich, nah, I ain't just faking (Haa)
Fu*k is they talking 'bout? (Yeah)
Why they hating on me 'cause I made it out? (Yeah)
Ain't fighting, been walking with hella knots (Yeah)
Took the Chrome Hearts and I made it hot
They really owe me a big, big, big check (Yeah)
I put it on and it's gone 'cause I trend-set (Yeah)
Hop in lane ...? 'Vette (Err)
And go buy some Sh*t that you can't get (Bi*ch)
I was proud of my self, bought the Prada fit
I don't need no deal, ...?
Why you play with the gang? Got a first-aid kit
...? now this bi*ch get hit, yeah
I ain't really worried 'bout Sh*t
My baby mama bad and my bank account lit
Ran up the money, I ain't ask for Sh*t
My son need the Pampers, I couldn't quit
Now I just might go and buy a [Mercedes?]
Back-to-back, me and Tunechi ...?
Don't call my phone, no clearence
I need a quarter mill for an appearance, bi*ch

Oh lord, oh lord, she said, "I got ahead, " she gone blow off
Headshot, headshot, that tongue put my di*k in a headlock, mm
Oh lord, oh lord, she said, "I got ahead, " she gone blow off
Headshot, headshot, that tongue put my di*k in a headlock, mm
That tongue put my di*k in a headlock
She gave me some neck, stuck her neck out
I open her legs and she stretch down
She lay in the bed and it's wet now
She talk all that heat and she melt down
I gave the drill and it helped out
I gave her the D and she fell out
Put some ice on her finger, she chilled out
Oh lord, oh lord, she said, "I got ahead, " she gone blow off
Headshot, headshot, that tongue put my di*k in a headlock, mm