Head lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck the fire, we got greese
It's a Wayne beat
[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I'm tryna get some tizzy top, that's what I call head
Lil ass arms tryna fight, look like frog legs
He took off running soon as he got beat, call him doggie
She suck the nuts like it was a di*k, call it balled head
Show me how you wanna do it, excepting all head
You can't tell who I am, so foe might call up all red
Gon' bite this b*tch fasho, call her dog head
This b*tch damn near tall as me, call her ogre
Girls love me, 'cause I spend bread, I turn down head
Throw 150 grams inside my ball thats what my crown said
I f*ck with you, 'cause you livе how we live, that's what my town said
I can't let you n*ggas opеn up for me, I got my crowd dead
Left the club without no destination, I wouldn't have found head
She slopping crazy off this percocet, giving loud head
Let me hit up mullah b*tch, tryna dial head
She looking at me while she blow the di*k, giving proud head

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Still looking for it, lost and found head
I can't find no Wok, but I found red
You got some top from her, that b*tch she goofy, she got (uh yeah)
Heads top, chest, stomach, feet that hit her arm and legs
Bunch of fiends sitting in the spot, it was all heads
b*tch bite when she suck the di*k, she got a dog head
How you know that b*tch got good head? 'Cause she got tall legs
I be riding around with lucho, that's who we call Red
Aw man, aw man, aw man
Damn damn
Bro was spying through the window, he think he saw Peter Pan
I just drunk an 8 of Wok, damn, I gotta pee again
I'm that n*gga, calling shots, in the club, with a hundred shots
Ho sh*t, I call it out
Bank account, that's a large amount
Oh you sippin? Probably not Wok
Hold on, b*tch, pardin me
Pardin me, pardin me, pardin me
Pardin me, hood n*gga, that's the part in me
Sip on lean til I fall asleep, she don't want some, she want all of me
Your phone dead, you can call on me
Thats a dookie roll I got a dog cheeks
This hairy grey got foggy seats
Hold on, wait, let me hear the beat
Brand new fortune, you ain't seen a creese
b*tch, bend over, let me see them cheeks
b*tch do some push ups, this n*ggas weak
b*tch trick, always need a treat
If I don't speak, b*tch dont needa speak
She dont be getting woopers, she be getting beat
b*tch staring at me, she ain't even blink
I got ricks on me, what you still on
Riding round with a blick on me
Left wrist, 4 bricks on me
n*gga walk around with some sh*t on him