Lock the Door

Aye like
Aye fuck that shit
Like I'm finna whisper this whole song
No cap
Ha Ha
Shhh

Lets go
Now I fuck with model hoes
Remember back when I was broke
Now I rock designer clothes
Might fuck that hoe go beat her back
I heard she stay on Conley road
Fuck around might whipe her nose
After that then Adios

Ahh Ahh
Shh Shh
Aye what the fuck he on
Ahh Ahh
Shh Shh
Grab that Glock go lock the door
Ahh Ahh
Shh Shh
Aye what the fuck he on
Ahh Ahh
Shh Shh
Grab that Glock go lock the door

Your favorite shooter aint kill none
Pop bottles he a pill junky
Hit the block and I'm still thuggin
Since 8th grade I been getting money
Fuck nigga wanna see me dead why
Me and his bitch fucking
He call her phone I was still boneing
Aint pulling out bitch I still nutted

Man what the fuck boy
God damn boy you still calling bout this bitch oh
Lame ass nigga boy I aint worried bout this dirty ass bitch
Like you fucking trippin nigga
The fuck

Keep me the Glock just to rock out
Twelve riding by gotta duck when the cops out
Just dipped to clay co you know that's my home town
Fuck college nigga I really did drop out
On God
Bitch im on top now
Hop in the coup and I might let the top down
Been getting money aint nothing to pop out
I know its crazy these bitches was hating on Nathan
But I give a fuck bout a thot mouth
Niggas be talking like they doing something
But aint really bout it
So nigga just watch out pipe down
Before I start sending shots round
Up on the tooly that bitch aint gone calm down
Im the same nigga that used to get bullied in school
Cause a young nigga wore Aeropostale
Now its designer a high fashion lifestyle
On God

Ahh Ahh
Shh Shh
Aye what the fuck he on
Ahh Ahh
Shh Shh
Grab that Glock go lock the door
Ahh Ahh
Shh Shh
Aye what the fuck he on
Ahh Ahh
Shh Shh
Grab that Glock go lock the door



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Thames
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