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Locked In Lil

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Bitches gon' flock when I walk in the club
Know the bartender, she pouring me up
Me and my niggas, we sparking it up
You are not me so stop calling my bluff
All you lil niggas, ya far from a thug
She tryna hang but I'm just tryna f*ck
I want the head, I ain't ask for a hug
Smoking that
My doctor the plug
Vegetable packing when I roll it up
Get in the back, you are not one of us
I get the racks, yeah I'm counting it up
Whenever I'm rapping, do not interrupt
We 'bout to meet in the back of the cut
I put my meat in the back of her gut
Stuck in some traffic, I'm swerving to cut
Baddie in passenger, curve in her butt
Walk in with nothing and sell out the shop
LiL in the house, I be having it locked
All of my haters get mad when I drop
But they wouldn't dare tell a nigga to stop
First, I dropped ROOF and I'm still on the top
She tryna Yeah, but I just want the top
Candles and petals, she on countertops
Posted the picture, but she getting cropped
Fans piling up on the side of the stage
And they screaming my name
Not by myself, got my team in my name
High as a shelf, I can't see anything
Hop in the whip and we bumping that unreleased music when me and my bro hit the road
Greenlight and go
LA to Atlanta, ain't talking cameras when I say my shooters gon' shoot
Been a rockstar since like 2002
Been in the game, know what mula can do
Niggas pay millions to move how I move
I'm so sick with it, got the flu
I'm gon' limp with it when I move
I dare a lint licker make a move
Walk in the club, leave the bitches like ooh (Ooh ooh ooh)
Bitches gon' flock when I walk in the club
Know the bartender, she pouring me up
Me and my niggas, we sparking it up
You are not me so stop calling my bluff
All you lil niggas, ya far from a thug
She tryna hang but I'm just tryna f*ck
I want the head, I ain't ask for a hug
Smoking that
My doctor the plug
Vegetable packing when I roll it up
Get in the back, you are not one of us
I get the racks, yeah I'm counting it up
Whenever I'm rapping, do not interrupt
We 'bout to meet in the back of the cut
I put my meat in the back of her gut
Stuck in some traffic, I'm swerving to cut
Baddie in passenger, curve in her butt
Puffing on ganja, go straight to my head
I don't remember the last thing I said
Nigga so high that he can't feel his legs
Holding his chest like he stand for the pledge
She bring her friend, now it's sugar and spice
Refill the double cup, colorful ice
Hang with the gang and we living that life
Four car race in the middle of the night
Gang gang hanging out the sunroof dancing
Zooming, ran up on someone's mansion
Dimes calling, hang up, so romantic
Getting so high that I'm not on the planet
Money so big that you can't rubberband it
I'm living rich, but you won't understand it
I'm blowing up like a carnival cannon
I'm Lock forever, I'll carve it in granite
Bitches gon' flock when I walk in the club
Know the bartender, she pouring me up
Me and my niggas, we sparking it up
You are not me so stop calling my bluff
All you lil niggas, ya far from a thug
She tryna hang but I'm just tryna f*ck
I want the head, I ain't ask for a hug
Smoking that
My doctor the plug
Vegetable packing when I roll it up
Get in the back, you are not one of us
I get the racks, yeah I'm counting it up
Whenever I'm rapping, do not interrupt
We 'bout to meet in the back of the cut
I put my meat in the back of her gut
Stuck in some traffic, I'm swerving to cut
Baddie in passenger, curve in her butt
Baddie in passenger, curve in her butt
Baddie in passenger, curve in her butt
Stuck in some traffic, I'm swerving to cut
Baddie in passenger, curve in her butt

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