On Lock

Grrah, grrah-grrah

Yo Nonzo, turn this up

Get money

Bizzy

Uh, grrah

Grrah-grrah, boom

Keepin' that

Uh

They know I don't smoke, but if an opp die (Grrah)

I'm rollin' **** just for fun

Grrah-grrah

If you mentionin' Drizzy, walk wit' your gun

Facts

If you don't, that just mean you dumb

Stupid

Gotta be on point on my sides, if you don't take a charge you can't be in my ride

And if you think I'm playin', ****, look in my eyes

Ain't pop in a minute, this shit got me fried

Facts

If I shine, you shine, **** we shine

She callin' my phone, but I'm hittin' decline

She told me that she done, I sent her the peace sign

And if a bitch friendly, then she can't be mine

At all

Wait, who playin' the opps in this shit?

How you ain't know we was beefin'? We droppin' they shit

What? Like

If they drive through the hood, then I'm flockin' the whip

Grrah

If they throw a party, we stoppin' the shit

Grrah-grrah

I got a bad lil' thorough bitch, light skin yellow bitch

With or without me, she good like Melo, bitch

You ain't got no bodies, but your name is still celibate

Why you on the block all day? You ain't sellin' shit

You ain't sellin' nun

Up in Bel-Air, rockin' Hellstar

COVID-19, I don't dap, I give head nods

Head nods, like

I know one bitch that suck dick for some AirPods

Haha

Prolly think I'm cappin', I'm not, I'll bring her to the block

She bad wit' no bready, that bitch cute and popped

She wanna drink and scream all day, she a thot

I don't know 'bout y'all, but I got it on lock

Every time that I drop, got the haters on hots

If a **** move Wock, all you hear is a— (Grrah)

Put that boy in the sky, said you think he a— (Star)

**** wanna be famous, we could make him a— (Pah)

Like, look

Grrah, grrah, grrah

I'm a demon, I ain't gotta explain

Facts

Can't a **** talk bad 'bout my name, I put on for myself

****, fuck is a gang?

What you got in your stash, prolly put on my chain

Stupid

Just 'cause you got bread, don't mean you ain't lame

L's become normal, ****, charged to the game

First time in the booth, I just started spittin' flame

Ever since I got lit, they just want me to change

But I'm still in the streets, **** know it's real when it's beef

So y'all **** better chill on the beats

Don't be mad when the feds go sweep

They be tryna say music be the reason he deceased

But don't think that it's sweet

**** still hoppin' out the Jeeps

So you better move wit' a technique, just in case **** creep

Grrah-grrah, Grrah

You know these **** playin' for keeps, I know lil' **** spinnin' for weeks (Like)