Lock it up, lock it upMicrowave, microwave, microwaveMop it up, mop it upDo my lil’ dance with this ho, you hear?Crack my sh*t on this hoThey got me crackin’ my sh*tIf you in the trenches, they trap with a stickThey lock me up and they shackle my wristI slept on a man, now I’m back in the mixYou ain’t no savage, don’t lie to me, ni**aI’m from the apartments, my heart in the trenchesCatch me in traffic, a ‘rari, I’m whippin’And I’m scratchin’ off like a lottery ticketYou told on your dawg, that’s a scar on your imageThe longer the story, the shorter your sentenceMost of these ni**as gon’ do thatGo put a hole in this 2x (boom, boom)I came up from nothin’, I’m straight out the gutterYou ni**as can’t grow where I grew atI f**k on your ho and you not gonna do itYou know I’ma holler out, “who that?”I bring that bi**h to your doorbellLouis v sounds on my coat taleI used to trap out a motelNi**as be hatin’, but oh, wellUnder my coat where the tool atIf you want smoke, we can do thatAnd in, ain’t no smoke ’cause I blew thatAyy, look how he dance, how he do that?Look out lil ho, let me do my lil danceThat ain’t my dick, that’s my stick in my pantsI took a risk to get this on my handThat’s my lil steppa, he click on demandMop it up, mop it up, mop it upMicrowave, microwave, microwaveLock it up, lock it up, lock it up12 gauge shot ’em up, shot ’em upLook out lil ho, let me do my lil danceThat ain’t my dick, that’s my stick in my pantsI took a risk to get this on my handThat’s my lil steppa, he click on demandMop it up, mop it up, mop it up
Microwave, microwave, microwaveLock it up, lock it up, lock it up12 gauge shot ’em up, shot ’em upLook at my diamonds, they do a lil’ danceIce on my neck and my wrist and my handsBust down the face and then bust the bandThen bust on her face, I just f**ked on a fanF**k you and your man, y’all get popped like a xan’Got heat on my waist, I could give ’em a tanI love all my hitters, they click on demandAyy, free my young ni**as, let them out the canSwear big wop, he never gon’ go downPeople don’t trust me, they know that I’m low downI was f**ked up on my deep, down a four-poundsNow we move bricks and hit licks like [?]I’m making ’em feel it, I’m black as a [?][?] spend itCan’t take that sh*t with you, I got it, I get itI live in a mansion, grew up in the trenchesNi**as be hating, I get it, they still in their feelingsGet found by some ni**as who’s fishingAll the subliminal dissing [?] my imageI’m balling like I play for clemsonNi**as try to ride on my wave ’cause I’m kosher like [?]I spent like 80 thou on my [?][?] (it’s gucci)Look out lil ho, let me do my lil danceThat ain’t my dick, that’s my stick in my pantsI took a risk to get this on my handThat’s my lil steppa, he click on demandMop it up, mop it up, mop it upMicrowave, microwave, microwaveLock it up, lock it up, lock it up12 gauge shot ’em up, shot ’em upLook out lil ho, let me do my lil danceThat ain’t my dick, that’s my stick in my pantsI took a risk to get this on my handThat’s my lil steppa, he click on demandMop it up, mop it up, mop it upMicrowave, microwave, microwaveLock it up, lock it up, lock it up12 gauge shot ’em up, shot ’em up
