Locked In
Roll it' up
Gang lit yeah we rollin'up
Throw it up
Sex tings in the corridor
Pour it up
Wrist is on me is a foreigner
I'm pulling up
Sorry baby I ain't showing up
I'm locked in baby sorry I ain't coming
YEAH
I'm too high, baby, high enough
Step aside little bitch
Step aside lil simp
I'mma slide a lil bit
She gon ride that (Nigga, shine)
I got hearts on, it's lit
Wrist on me is a bitch
All this ice got me stiff
VVS no skit
VVS no skit
Fiji neck, gon kill
I'm on this like pills
Heavy stacks I lift
Bitch I'm pumped for real
She gon wait all night
Cause she got them feels
I'm ain't bout that shit
Switchin up i'm off
I be 'bout them stems
Whole gang with the cold fangs, this is camarilla, okay
Topanga, we on top of things, but you tryna read us, okay
If we comparin' like smartphones, I'm the hottest feature, okay
And the baddest bitch in your dms probably fuck with me, well okay
Roll it' up
Gang lit yeah we rollin'up
Throw it up
Sex tings in the corridor
Pour it up
Wrist is on me is a foreigner
I pulling up
Sorry baby I ain't showing up
I'm locked in baby sorry I ain't coming
YEAH
I'm too high, baby, high enough
She don't like it when i skip, but that's okay
I'm just busy makin hits, I'm gonna stay
Sorry baby if the phone (Be bop), all day
Bitch I was born the Guru, I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake for a day
I gotta do what it takes
This ain't a favor you say
Who put that shit on your face
Who put those things on your waist
Got off the porch, took out to cork
I gotta do what it takes
Baby I cool down the pace yeah
Gang lit yeah we rollin'up
Throw it up
Sex tings in the corridor
Pour it up
Wrist is on me is a foreigner
I'm pulling up
Sorry baby I ain't showing up
I'm locked in baby sorry I ain't coming
YEAH
I'm too high, baby, high enough
Step aside little bitch
Step aside lil simp
I'mma slide a lil bit
She gon ride that (Nigga, shine)
I got hearts on, it's lit
Wrist on me is a bitch
All this ice got me stiff
VVS no skit
VVS no skit
Fiji neck, gon kill
I'm on this like pills
Heavy stacks I lift
Bitch I'm pumped for real
She gon wait all night
Cause she got them feels
I'm ain't bout that shit
Switchin up i'm off
I be 'bout them stems
Whole gang with the cold fangs, this is camarilla, okay
Topanga, we on top of things, but you tryna read us, okay
If we comparin' like smartphones, I'm the hottest feature, okay
And the baddest bitch in your dms probably fuck with me, well okay
Roll it' up
Gang lit yeah we rollin'up
Throw it up
Sex tings in the corridor
Pour it up
Wrist is on me is a foreigner
I pulling up
Sorry baby I ain't showing up
I'm locked in baby sorry I ain't coming
YEAH
I'm too high, baby, high enough
She don't like it when i skip, but that's okay
I'm just busy makin hits, I'm gonna stay
Sorry baby if the phone (Be bop), all day
Bitch I was born the Guru, I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake for a day
I gotta do what it takes
This ain't a favor you say
Who put that shit on your face
Who put those things on your waist
Got off the porch, took out to cork
I gotta do what it takes
Baby I cool down the pace yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Mire Bryden, Madj
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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