On Lock
Yeah, yeah
Fuckin' with the white, now he on promethazine
Cashout
Uh, they just seen me put some M's up
Heard I made them smile(Yea)
I'm a role model for the young niggas I've been around
Know some grown men that's tryna be me
How that sound? Yeah, how that sound
We just took them down
All the baddies be tryna stay low
We just made our rounds(Yea)
All this sauce drip out my body, like I'm from the Jets
Or like the Chiefs, I take lil' ma home
Get that bag and we gone, yeah
They been frustrated
I got all this shit on lock, they can't find a combination(They can't)
Where I'm from, they go band for band to boost they status
Get your ass up out the trap, get up off them habits
Like I'm Mike or sum, I do the work like it's magic
Or I hit my lil' move, do this shit like Jackson
Oh, they sittin' over there, I think we just caught them lackin
Yeah, the best has yet to come, that's why I'm steady rappin
Thought this would never happen(Yea)
Thought he made it out sellin' bags, he ain't see it comin
Put this Patek on my wrist, yeah, you see it flooded
Hit lil' shawty with that rubber, can't be her baby father(Hell nah)
Heard she out here actin' bad, she need the other father(The Lord)
Uh, they just seen me put some M's up
Heard I made them smile(Yea)
I'm a role model for the young niggas I've been around
Know some grown men that's tryna be me
How that sound? Yeah, how that sound
We just took them down
All the baddies be tryna stay low
We just made our rounds
All this sauce drip out my body, like I'm from the Jets
Or like the Chiefs, I take lil' ma home
Get that bag and we gone, yeah
Where your racks at? Like where them bands go
Been in the streets, trappin' that bubba, I don't sell loads
Been workin' at it, so I'm sorry if I do you wrong
You tryna learn how I feel, just tap into my songs
I can't lie, yeah, my dog and them had slimed me out
Bought some female shit, yeah, we took his ass to trial
No, I don't swing that way, we just had him put down
Like PP, I knew the truth, he doin' fine now(Paul Pierce)
Uh, they just seen me put some M's up
Heard I made them smile(Yea)
I'm a role model for the young niggas I've been around
Know some grown men that's tryna be me
How that sound? Yeah, how that sound
We just took them down
All the baddies be tryna stay low
We just made our rounds(Yea)
All this sauce drip out my body, like I'm from the Jets
Or like the Chiefs, I take lil' ma home
Get that bag and we gone, yeah
Fuckin' with the white, now he on promethazine
Cashout
Uh, they just seen me put some M's up
Heard I made them smile(Yea)
I'm a role model for the young niggas I've been around
Know some grown men that's tryna be me
How that sound? Yeah, how that sound
We just took them down
All the baddies be tryna stay low
We just made our rounds(Yea)
All this sauce drip out my body, like I'm from the Jets
Or like the Chiefs, I take lil' ma home
Get that bag and we gone, yeah
They been frustrated
I got all this shit on lock, they can't find a combination(They can't)
Where I'm from, they go band for band to boost they status
Get your ass up out the trap, get up off them habits
Like I'm Mike or sum, I do the work like it's magic
Or I hit my lil' move, do this shit like Jackson
Oh, they sittin' over there, I think we just caught them lackin
Yeah, the best has yet to come, that's why I'm steady rappin
Thought this would never happen(Yea)
Thought he made it out sellin' bags, he ain't see it comin
Put this Patek on my wrist, yeah, you see it flooded
Hit lil' shawty with that rubber, can't be her baby father(Hell nah)
Heard she out here actin' bad, she need the other father(The Lord)
Uh, they just seen me put some M's up
Heard I made them smile(Yea)
I'm a role model for the young niggas I've been around
Know some grown men that's tryna be me
How that sound? Yeah, how that sound
We just took them down
All the baddies be tryna stay low
We just made our rounds
All this sauce drip out my body, like I'm from the Jets
Or like the Chiefs, I take lil' ma home
Get that bag and we gone, yeah
Where your racks at? Like where them bands go
Been in the streets, trappin' that bubba, I don't sell loads
Been workin' at it, so I'm sorry if I do you wrong
You tryna learn how I feel, just tap into my songs
I can't lie, yeah, my dog and them had slimed me out
Bought some female shit, yeah, we took his ass to trial
No, I don't swing that way, we just had him put down
Like PP, I knew the truth, he doin' fine now(Paul Pierce)
Uh, they just seen me put some M's up
Heard I made them smile(Yea)
I'm a role model for the young niggas I've been around
Know some grown men that's tryna be me
How that sound? Yeah, how that sound
We just took them down
All the baddies be tryna stay low
We just made our rounds(Yea)
All this sauce drip out my body, like I'm from the Jets
Or like the Chiefs, I take lil' ma home
Get that bag and we gone, yeah
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Writer(s): Yasir Crawley
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