[Intro]
See [?] motherfu*kers don't see sh*t
I feel like, "Why they been [?] us?"
Slackin' a buss, ni**a
(And when they [?])
Be in this motherfu*ker quick
(Been in your heart)
[?]
I feel like it's hot, though
(COUPE)
My motherfu*kin' dope, ni**a
Know this sh*t fore life, ni**a
Yeah ([?])
Motivational, ni**a (Is just your brain speakin')
You tell 'em
[Chorus]
Lockdown, get that b*tch smacked (Ooh)
Hell yeah she be on that, su*kin' she on that (Yeah)
Gettin' money 'cause I'm on that
Pussy ni**a, man, you ni**as can't clone me (Can't clone me, uh-huh)
Real ni**a really on that (Damn)
b*tch ni**a and I'm never not phony (Yeah)
Getting money never phony (Nah, haha)
I got more haters now (Yeah), I got more paper now (Yeah, paper now)
I got more shooters, gon' make me go call 'em out (Ooh, yeah)
You ni**as be ballin' out (Ballin' out)
Came in the wrong field and you found out (Yeah)
All my ni**as, yeah, they here to wild out
Never have no fear, when we hear gun sounds
And we made for all that murder sh*t, what you 'bout? (Yeah), pussy
[Verse 1]
I really was slidin' in the East side (Yeah)
Me totin' [?] no peons (Uh-huh, hunnids)
Big guns and the stick know one (Yeah, hunnids)
Big Glocks and the stick know one (Yeah, hunnids)
Big hunnid [?], [?] son (Woo)
I'm so slime, I'm in the streets (I'm in the streets)
These ni**as took my dawg, he's a beast (He's a beast)
Shorty know we gon' sell a P (Yeah, sell a P)
Big stepper when he step with me (Yeah)
Everybody in the hood respect me (Respect me)
All the ice on me, b*tch, check out my neck (Check out my neck)
Came from the bottom, b*tch, know I had left (Know I had left)
I was shootin' ni**as, never was fronted (Never was fronted)
Get the money, I would run through it fast (Run through it fast)
Hit a lick, man, this sh*t back to back (Back to back)
ni**a flip a brick like it was gymnastic
Come in the b*tch like the alphabet (Yeah)
Shoot a ni**a face off in them [?] (Yeah)
ni**a, we'll kill a ni**a for them racks (Yeah)
ni**a, we'll tie a ni**a or smack a ni**a or torture for them racks (Yeah, torture for them racks)
ni**a, cut a finger, make his jaw crack (Yeah)
Cut a ni**a off for money, them facts (Yeah)
ni**as snitchin' for some hoes, you rat
You will never get the b*tch back (Never)
[Chorus]
Lockdown, get that b*tch smacked (Ooh)
Hell yeah she be on that, su*kin' she on that (Yeah)
Gettin' money 'cause I'm on that
Pussy ni**a, man, you ni**as can't clone me (Can't clone me, uh-huh)
Real ni**a really on that (Damn)
b*tch ni**a and I'm never not phony (Yeah)
Getting money never phony (Nah, haha)
I got more haters now (Yeah), I got more paper now (Yeah, paper now)
I got more shooters, gon' make me go call 'em out (Ooh, yeah)
You ni**as be ballin' out (Ballin' out)
Came in the wrong field and you found out (Yeah)
All my ni**as, yeah, they here to wild out
Never have no fear, when we hear gun sounds
And we made for all that murder sh*t, what you 'bout? (Yeah), pussy
[Verse 2]
You ni**as some pussy, ni**a, tuck your dick
ni**as some hoes, ni**as you's a b*tch
Say you dissin' 'em but you are not sh*t
You was not a homie, you like the brick
You ain't allowed in the hard, in the 6
I done ran ni**as I done been with, real sh*t
Lotta ni**as they be cappin' and sh*t
Say they gon' do this and that but they ain't (Yeah)
Everything come out their mouth, it's bluff (Yeah)
I say the word and they shootin' it up (Yeah)
All my young ni**as, they don't give a fu*k
Feel like Bslime, he don't give a fu*k (Yeah, don't give a fu*k)
I got more stick (Yeah, yeah), I got more stick, lil b*tch (Yeah)
Talkin' that sh*t (Yeah)
I am a felon, b*tch
Every stick right here, that b*tch ain't legit (Yeah)
I'm on my sh*t when it comes to this sh*t (I'm on my sh*t)
I'm on my grind when I wanna shine (I'm on my grind)
I'm on this money b*tch, I gotta get it (I gotta get it)
Either way it go, you know that I'm with it (Know that I'm with it)
Fake handshakes, b*tch, I ain't friendly (b*tch, I ain't friendly)
Pussy ni**as, man, you ni**as so easy (You ni**as so easy)
Pussy ni**as, man, you ni**as so easy
(Hey, fu*k that, I'll kill 'em all, kill 'em all)
[Chorus]
Lockdown, get that b*tch smacked (Ooh)
Hell yeah she be on that, su*kin' she on that (Yeah)
Gettin' money 'cause I'm on that
Pussy ni**a, man, you ni**as can't clone me (Can't clone me, uh-huh)
Real ni**a really on that (Damn)
b*tch ni**a and I'm never not phony (Yeah)
Getting money never phony (Nah, haha)
I got more haters now (Yeah), I got more paper now (Yeah, paper now)
I got more shooters, gon' make me go call 'em out (Ooh, yeah)
You ni**as be ballin' out (Ballin' out)
Came in the wrong field and you found out (Yeah)
All my ni**as, yeah, they here to wild out
Never have no fear, when we hear gun sounds
And we made for all that murder sh*t, what you 'bout? (Yeah), pussy