Locked in

I've been chillin' for a minute, now I'm off my ass These niggas tryna go to war, but they don't got the cash Ain't no smiles, ain't no laughs, bitch I'm in my bag I've been joggin' for a minute, now I'm runnin' fast I got my stick, this bitch got kick chopper, make me lag I don't got a junior, but she call me dad They started off in first, now them niggas last I don't trust a soul, blame it on my past Said I'm finna roll this gas, tryna catch one and beat the case Just like my nigga, shh, don't hit me, I ain't comin' out Unless it's bout a bag, posted switches on the internet Boy, that shit kinda fed, I'm like, uh I'm like, who he workin' with? Told lil bro, to chill I'm tryna drill, he on some flirty shit I'ma hit my target every time, I'm on some perfect shit If I don't post, then go ghost, I'm on some lurkin' shit, nigga But for now, we just gon' run it up They like, sir, chill, he gon' kill you, he ain't dumb enough She was cool, but can't get her no shoes, she gon' scuff em up Brodie solid, but get in his bag, had to rough him up Toughen up, it's a long ride, better buckle up Had to punch lil' cuz in the chest, he threw the wrong shit up But I can't even get mad, that's how they growin' up See any nigga throw a set They gon' throw it up, let her cute ass drink too much And now she throwin' up, I lost grant, I shed some tears I can't lie, that fucked me up, I lost bam it's Been some years, still feel it in my gut I lost spazz, I start breakin' shit, I'm like, what the f*ck They like, where you at? They askin' questions in the tuck They like, what you on? You know a nigga I been chillin' for a minute, now I'm off my ass These niggas tryna go to war, but they don't got the cash Ain't no smiles, ain't no laughs, bitch, I'm in my bag I been joggin' for a minute, now I'm runnin' fast I got my stick, this bitch got kicked, choppa, make me lag I don't got a junior, but she call me dad They started off in first, now them niggas last I don't trust a soul, blame it on my past Niggas askin' dumb questions, you gon' get a dumb answer Shoutout to my uncle, goin' strong, he smilin' through that cancer I call this stick, my lil' bitch, you send a diss, I'm goin' blam her All these niggas lose screws, so I gotta keep my hammer And this bitch sound like a bomb, they got my cousin in the gate And they ain't give him no bond, everybody actin' fake But they still reach out they arm, since a jit , I been legit Nigga go nd ask my mom how there snake still in the grass When yesterday, I cut the lawn, I'm addicted to this cash I always got a itchy palm, got this bad lil' jawn I call her green, cause she be going, niggas weak, but I stay strong I be workin' while you snorin', she can slide, I'ma test the waters dub her if she born, how you pillow talkin' to a bitch Then wonder why she hoeing, huh then wonder why she hoeing How you pillow talkin' to a bitch, then wonder why she hoeing