Lock On Me

Lock On Me”

Yeah
Yeah

Playin’ with yourself, I’m poppin’ pills
Had a long night, but need some more in me
Had to switch the foreign car, the new technique
Had to get it goin’, put a lock on me
Made it off the block into the hills
Slidin’ in the foreign, got a four with me
Had to switch the foreign car, the new technique
Had to get it goin’, put a lock on me (Hahaha)

Knocked down that bitch, put a Glock on the switch
Parents shoutout these pills, I done told y’all to kill ’em
I done told y’all to flip it, I done told y’all to dress
I done told y’all to pimp it (How to pimp it)
Designer my clothes, I designer my girls
Money, more mud, I mix codeine on her
From the bando to Tokyo, different flavor
Strapped with a pole and I’m talkin’ with my chest out
Hang with the bros, we in Turks with the best of ’em
Some like a pro athlete, the way I crossed over
Trap nigga, extravaganza, I told you
One, two, three Phantoms pullin’ up and I showed you
Mud in my drink, I got mud on my shoulder (On my shoulder)
Cookin’ models up, poppin’ bottles up
I’m a loose sense, got the coupe in it, go and spin it
Gotta wear diamonds, like it’s a part of my religion

Playin’ with yourself, I’m poppin’ pills
Had a long night, but need some more in me
Had to switch the foreign car, the new technique
Had to get it goin’, put a lock on me
Made it off the block into the hills
Slidin’ in the foreign, got a four with me
Had to switch the foreign car, the new technique
Had to get it goin’, put a lock on me

Somethin’ gettin’ got, I gotta give
Either way it go, you know, it is what it is
Flip flop the soda, ’til it mix what it fizz
Try to Payola, that’s a stitch in the biz’
I’ve been in [?], cookin’ hits at the Ritz
Had a couple comin’ over for [?] from the strip
Love to come over for events to get bent
You leave without your sins and then you try to repent (Yeah)

Pour another liter, now I gotta eat her
Now I gotta eat her

Playin’ with yourself, I’m poppin’ pills
Had a long night, but need some more in me
Had to switch the foreign car, the new technique
Had to get it goin’, put a lock on me
Made it off the block into the hills
Slidin’ to the [?], got a four with me
Had to switch the foreign car, the new technique
Had to get it goin’, put a lock on me

Made it to the block to the hills
Ain’t answer my thoughts on these pills
Put chef through the block, poppin’ a seal
I got shit on me that ain’t for sale
I get it, I’m a boss, pushin’ ’til it ain’t no limit
I spit in my bitch mouth, tell her “Keep hoes out our business”
Got an iced out lil’ cross, but ain’t doin’ no repentin’
Money stuck to me, like it’s ventin’

(Metro)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah