Lock in

Too much shit been going on I need to lock in Bro don't use pop He mix the liquor with the wocky Not in a mirror, but I'm seeing my own body I got out of town hoes Tryna top me Shit Gun, right beside me High speed, riding I can't give up, I been trying I know all of your lil secrets So don't hide it You so fake Can't believe that you was lying Shit Stupid hoe just tried to play me I'm not dumb, nosir Talking like she loyal I know she a slut But that's okay, cause I ain't plan to fall in love I been married to the Benjamin's I'm all about my bucks I done walked in with them racks and now they looking (yessir) Yeah my pockets hella fat cause I been cooking (Oh man) She want me back I told the hoe, I prolly wouldn't I would hit again but something keeps on telling me I shouldn't She's too attached And den there's, me Ian never going back Like can you, please Let go of the past I done got a new yeah And the lil bitch bad Too much shit been going on I need to lock in Bro don't use pop He mix the liquor with the wocky Not in a mirror, but I'm seeing my own body I got out of town hoes Tryna top me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I got out of town hoes tryna top me K-A-E-D-O, that's me H-E-E-M, bitch I'm heem yessir