LOCKED IN (feat. SALINA AVE)

Not one to brag but you know you throw shade cuz im Fucking the bitches you niggas cant
It's the fact that you mad I be tagging that ass man I started to Rub it in niggas face
How you relate to a nigga that get to the bag at the cookout i come for a bigger plate
Told my daughter im building a lane at the top but its hard cuz you fuck niggas in the way
How they fuck with you fuck niggas anyway
If im real and you fake we got different taste
I was cut from a cloth into bigger proportions
Drip on that cloth you couldnt never afford it
Smile on my face but don't get it distorted
I make shit better my presence important
When i pull up bitch i bet its no warning
Shoot at baby boy and cause a abortion
Weed so loud it be hard to ignore it
Get involved but cant come where im going
Less you real enough to pass thru the borders
Elevated how they did it before us
Me and trap usta wrap up the corners
Had a bounty just from bagging up quarters
Pounds surround me when we package the orders
Sense the swag n get attacked by the aura
Building kingdoms got me dreaming with sora
I get flash backs mad racks pass that thrax
Had stayed strapped plz bad back with ya whacks cap raps nigga
When i rap i spazz fast yall tracks trash
Slash half ass cant match gass laugh ah ha bih I got that nigga
Nah I don't flex I just lock in
Nothing but work bitch I'm clocked in
She want the number to lock in
She gone get this work when I clock in
Nah I don't flex I just lock in
Nothing but work bitch I'm clocked in
She want the number to lock in
She gone get this work when I clock in
I get to the bag I'm making em mad
you already know i be running shit
These niggas they see how the way I be coming no fronting I stay on some other shit
Big dawg I'm strapped with a extra clip
When I cop ain't checking the measurements
If I bust ain't no leaving no evidence.
When I move all my niggas gone benefit
My dawg he told me he got this lil song
I told em you know I be cutting up
10 to 4 place ya bet nigga double up
Spend a stack I be running the money up
Don't trip on no bitch I'm just tryna get rich
I'm a boss with this shit nigga turn me up
You know me and the gang never switching up
When I bop at my lil nigga tommygunn
Tell em move let me talk my shit
Never pillow talk to a bitch
I be locked in on dat tip
Mami locked in on my dick
Real nigga drip and I'm lit
Swag so sick on a bitch
Niggas don't like my shit
J buck bitch bet I hit
Hop up on a nigga with that switch
I told em let me talk my shit
Bitch I'm going dumb in a bitch
Got her going dumb on my dick
City boy swag with some chips
Go and get a bag and get rich
I be locked in with this the shit
Off the rip tommy get the stick
Nah I don't flex I just lock in
Nothing but work bitch I'm clocked in
She want the number to lock in
She gone get this work when I clock in
Nah I don't flex I just lock in
Nothing but work bitch I'm clocked in
She want the number to lock in
She gone get this work when I clock in
Its not that im bragging comparing my passions to make you depressed in a mental space
Me and buck get to action i couldnt imagine a way it could feel like you niggas safe
Being real aint a flex how stay i on they kneck is because im the best and you niggas aint
Every track imma step every booth imma melt just to leave all your mouths with a bitter taste...nigga
Nah I don't flex I just lock in
Nothing but work bitch I'm clocked in
She want the number to lock in
She gone get this work when I clock in
Nah I don't flex I just lock in
Nothing but work bitch I'm clocked in
She want the number to lock in
She gone get this work when I clock in
Nah I don't flex I just lock in
Nothing but work bitch I'm clocked in
She want the number to lock in
She gone get this work when I clock in
Nah I don't flex I just lock in
Nothing but work bitch I'm clocked in
She want the number to lock in
She gone get this work when I clock in