headlock (zapie)

(You say too late to start, got your heart in a head

You say too late to start, got your heart in

You- You say too late to start, got your heart in a headlock

I don't believe any of it)

Damn, that lil bitch got body, huh

Really hope this bitch ain't no thotty, huh

Really hope I could take her to Follies, huh

Really hope this bitch got no mileage, huh

I get fried, I start folding my eyelids, huh

Get so fried, I don't know what the time is

It's getting late, yeah, I hope that she ride it

Don't wait too late, yeah, don't be too late, yeah

I said it's too late

Twin serving bowls in the morning, got bake

Monkey nuts take off your shoulder, no bape

I cannot say that lil' hoe got no cape, huh

Fuck that bitch, then hit record on that tape

I don't got the key to your heart, no Atake

I don't need a key, I push start up the tank

I don't need to chief it, I rolled up the stank

Chop sing like Alicia, I don't need no shank

Fuck I look like really puttin' my hands up

Fuck that lil' thot, she move around like a dancer

Who she feel like, bitch, you called me a cancer

She said it's my sign

Damn, I still don't give a fuck

I put three fingers up and said, read through the lines

Damn, I just fucked up the truck, the lil' Cadillac truck

I just scuffed up the side, huh

Slimey gon' shoot for a buck, you bet duck

I take yours if you take one of mine, uh

Pop that lil' perc, I got stuck in Balenci

But still got that Ricky my spine, uh

Bitch, I'm so geeked, I start noddin' in Lenox

But I do that shit every time

If I go up, she go down every time

Built like a model, tryna make that bitch mine

Damn, that lil bitch got body, huh

Really hope this bitch ain't no thotty, huh

Really hope I could take her to Follies, huh

Really hope this bitch got no mileage, huh

I get fried, I start folding my eyelids, huh

Get so fried, I don't know what the time is

It's getting late, yeah, I hope that she ride it

Don't wait too late, yeah, don't be too late, yeah

Huh, I still put that wock in my fanta

Huh, I still gotta walk with my hammer

Huh, I still pop that Molly Santana

Still talk to God even though I'm a sinner

I got two lives like I'm Hannah Montana, huh

All red, it look like Santa, huh

All red, I was really wildin, got the bitch on meds

Huh, bitches on a bottle, got the bitches on Tes

Now the bitch don't wanna bottle, yeah, she want the whole keg

Yeah, we started from the bottom, so my **** gon' flex

All this money started piling, got the hunnid growing legs

All this money get the bitches choppin' off they whole head

I just want the noggin, told her go head

Diamonds on the island, wrist a goldfish

AMG slidin, chop the whole head

(AMG slidin)

Damn, that lil bitch got body, huh

Really hope this bitch ain't no thotty, huh

Really hope I could take her to Follies, huh

Really hope this bitch got no mileage, huh

I get fried, I start folding my eyelids, huh

Get so fried, I don't know what the time is

It's getting late, yeah, I hope that she ride it

Don't wait too late, yeah, don't be too late, yeah

Damn, that lil bitch got body, huh

Really hope this bitch ain't no thotty, huh

Really hope I could take her to Follies, huh

Really hope this bitch got no mileage, huh

I get fried, I start folding my eyelids, huh

Get so fried, I don't know what the time is

It's getting late, yeah, I hope that she ride it

Don't wait too late, yeah, don't be too late, yeah

(been walking, you've been hiding

And you look half dead half the time

Monitoring you, like machines do

You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye)