Lockdown!
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
Lockdown na, not safe
Run that sh*t to the bank
Run that sh*t to the lake
Lake outside my crib
H-hit V-Live at 10
All my nas too chill
All my nas too cozy
Back up b*tch, God damn you nosy, yeah
East side nas, we lit
Talk down on me, I'm straight
Bust down, these don't break
Hit that sh*t like brakes
Push my sh*t like weight
B*tch boy, don't get sprayed
B*tch boy, don't get popped
RNS back b*tch, RNS pop, yeah
Weird sh*t like K-Pop
Tellem my sh*t don't stop
"I heard B went pop, I heard B can't drop"
Lean sweet just like candy (mmm)
My girl taste like candy (mmm)
You are not Mike, you Randy
Nobody ever knew Randy, yeah
Lockdown na, not safe
Run that sh*t to the bank
Run that sh*t to the lake
Lake outside my crib
H-hit V-Live at 10
All my nas too chill
All my nas too cozy
Back up b*tch, God damn you nosy, yeah
Southside na murder everything
Cut a na off in his vertebrae
Foreign do 100 on the straightaway
I don't do friends, that's day to day
Pay to play, everyday
Ball so hard, caught a fadeaway
In the game, turn it down, we don't live our life the same
I done named six women over just to say the names, uh yeah
Bustin' out the wrapper, y'all nas don't matter
I don't talk to these girls, I just flex on them after
PacSun Thrasher, I don't call that fashion
Got gas by the gallon, ou
Dang you brothers getting played, ou
Ripping my whip, Beyblade, ou
Ripping this beat, get sprayed
I don't do talk, I only get payed, ou
Do, Re, Me
I just copped a Beam
And these UGGs are hella cozy
Backpack that I bought Supreme
Nas salty, and they hate
'Cause they girls is on our team
Said she wanna have my kids
So I gotta keep it clean
Hop up in that Lamb, I get that bag (let's get it, let's get it!)
In the foreign, hood got every flag (let's get it, let's get it!)
Why these people always say we wack?
Wrist on platinum, gotta see the plaque
Yeah, lockdown na, not safe
Run that sh*t to the bank
Run that sh*t to the lake
Lake outside my crib
H-hit V-Live at 10
All my nas too chill
All my nas too cozy
Back up b*tch, God damn you nosy, yeah
Lockdown na, not safe
Run that sh*t to the bank
Run that sh*t to the lake
Lake outside my crib
H-hit V-Live at 10
All my nas too chill
All my nas too cozy
Back up b*tch, God damn you
(Good job Jet)
(Good job Jet, okay!)
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
Lockdown na, not safe
Run that sh*t to the bank
Run that sh*t to the lake
Lake outside my crib
H-hit V-Live at 10
All my nas too chill
All my nas too cozy
Back up b*tch, God damn you nosy, yeah
East side nas, we lit
Talk down on me, I'm straight
Bust down, these don't break
Hit that sh*t like brakes
Push my sh*t like weight
B*tch boy, don't get sprayed
B*tch boy, don't get popped
RNS back b*tch, RNS pop, yeah
Weird sh*t like K-Pop
Tellem my sh*t don't stop
"I heard B went pop, I heard B can't drop"
Lean sweet just like candy (mmm)
My girl taste like candy (mmm)
You are not Mike, you Randy
Nobody ever knew Randy, yeah
Lockdown na, not safe
Run that sh*t to the bank
Run that sh*t to the lake
Lake outside my crib
H-hit V-Live at 10
All my nas too chill
All my nas too cozy
Back up b*tch, God damn you nosy, yeah
Southside na murder everything
Cut a na off in his vertebrae
Foreign do 100 on the straightaway
I don't do friends, that's day to day
Pay to play, everyday
Ball so hard, caught a fadeaway
In the game, turn it down, we don't live our life the same
I done named six women over just to say the names, uh yeah
Bustin' out the wrapper, y'all nas don't matter
I don't talk to these girls, I just flex on them after
PacSun Thrasher, I don't call that fashion
Got gas by the gallon, ou
Dang you brothers getting played, ou
Ripping my whip, Beyblade, ou
Ripping this beat, get sprayed
I don't do talk, I only get payed, ou
Do, Re, Me
I just copped a Beam
And these UGGs are hella cozy
Backpack that I bought Supreme
Nas salty, and they hate
'Cause they girls is on our team
Said she wanna have my kids
So I gotta keep it clean
Hop up in that Lamb, I get that bag (let's get it, let's get it!)
In the foreign, hood got every flag (let's get it, let's get it!)
Why these people always say we wack?
Wrist on platinum, gotta see the plaque
Yeah, lockdown na, not safe
Run that sh*t to the bank
Run that sh*t to the lake
Lake outside my crib
H-hit V-Live at 10
All my nas too chill
All my nas too cozy
Back up b*tch, God damn you nosy, yeah
Lockdown na, not safe
Run that sh*t to the bank
Run that sh*t to the lake
Lake outside my crib
H-hit V-Live at 10
All my nas too chill
All my nas too cozy
Back up b*tch, God damn you
(Good job Jet)
(Good job Jet, okay!)
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Writer(s): Basil Williams
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