Lock In (feat. DoZ & Glo Creed)

WOO (woo, woo, woo, woo)

Lock in, lock in, lock in, lock in (pew)

Lock in, lock in, lock in, lock in (pew)

Yo bitch toppin', my stacks poppin' (Tsss)

Lock in, lock in, lock in, lock in (pew)

Hey, hey, hey

Come and (hey)

Lock in (hey)

I got, options (options)

Play this song it's poppin' (pop)

Speakers they be knocking (boom)

I just take yo bitch shopping she don't know what she copping

I just take yo bitch shopping she don't know what she copping

Shooters, pop in (brrrrt)

Stop that, talking (stop)

Fake **** I'm dodging (Huh)

All that fucking flossing (Yeah)

You got all the problems (Problems)

We know how to solve it (Lock in)

Come and lock in (Lock in)

Come and lock in (Woo)

Lock in, lock in, lock in, lock in (pew)

Lock in, lock in, lock in, lock in (pew)

Yo bitch toppin', my stacks poppin' (Tsss)

Lock in, lock in, lock in, lock in (pew)

****, capping

Put you **** in a coffin

They jaws, dropping

They keep, talking

All my cars foreign

Take yo bitch touring (Hey)

This bitch say she bussin

When I just fucked her cousin (What?)

And I said I wasn't (Nah)

Excuse my fucking cussin (Skee)

Please excuse my manners

Caillou the coupe like cancer (Bald)

Riding with a dancer (Woo!)

And she got high standards (Woo!)

Come and lock in

Hanging with the scammers (Yeah)

I like it no no, I I fuck with it I fuck with it

That's hard that's hard right there

I fuck with it

Got three hoes like Santa

Sippin' purple Fanta (Drank)

Got ice in my veins like Trae Young from Atlanta (ssss, ah)

Got bricks on my plate I'm Tony Montana

We just caught him slipping, caught him on a camera (Flash, Flash)

Catch him in the dark, I'll always hit my mark (Fuck Thomas)

Hear that engine bark my car be push to start

Guess it's not important but it came imported (Came in what)

You ain't never had that option you can't afford it (Broke boy)

Riding in a coupe

Put 'em in the ground by the roots

Take his change take his loot

Spent bout 5 Nobu

You went there with no boo (No boo, Huh)

Cant do what my crew do (Huh)

I got racks I can show you (Huh)

Made a bankroll times a hundred

I don't wear fake clothes for the fronting

Fuck them lame ho's bitch you ugly

Getting Pesos making money (Shing)

Feel on her waistline she a mommy

I got the baseline going dummy

We on the facetime now she love me

She on the magazine she a bunny

(Woo, Playboy)