On Lock

Hey how's it going boy your rap sounds like a joke
So I went and wrote these bars so you could go and take some notes
Yea I Been up top the game so long that some would say I float
And I'm kicking all this shit I really hope they say is dope

Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope
Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope

I'm flexing while you're fronting boy I know your ass has nothing
And I'm kicking some sick shit, so I bought you Robitussin
Yea I'm finna take you over like I'm working for the Russians
I ain't come up from the gutter but I got that bag from nothing
Playing in the field yea I took a couple sacks
But I'm catching plays and throwing them I'm more than quarterback
Even though I am not playing I can go and show you stats
I made a stack a day yea my trap was on the map
It's MilkMan The PaperBoy your girl she call me dad
I got her some good pho so she says that she was glad
Yuh fuck what ya said boy this is what you heard
It's MilkMan The PaperBoy and I just dropped the word

Word, Word, Word, Word, Word, Word, Word, Word
Word, Word, Word, Word, Word, Word

I make a pack fly like a S was on my chest
I never hit the road them boxes show up on my deck
In wintertime I'm getting cold but never rock a vest
My choppa made me bulletproof a hunnid rounds of lead
I know you're sipping water when you said you're sipping wock
Boy my choppa got a hunnid and there's 50 in my glock
So I'm walking with a bounce when I move on down your block
Yea I served your girl an eighth I had it hidden in my sock
You said that you were rapping but it sounded like some pop
Yea you talking some big game but I know it's only talk
Man I'm tired of these weak ass bars it's really gotta stop
Cause It's MilkMan The PaperBoy and I got this shit on lock

Lock, Lock, Lock, Lock, Lock, Lock, Lock, Lock
Lock, Lock, Lock, Lock, Lock, Lock, Lock