On Lock

Lyrics

[Chorus] Yeah, I got this shit on lock like some fuckin' prison gates You claim that you gang, but I can tell you fake Money stacking, pancakes, and your shit look like a crate Yeah, I got this shit on lock like some fuckin' prison gates You claim that you gang, but I can tell you fake Yeah, he wanna take my spot, I can see it in his face [Verse 1: JVLES] Yeah, I'm breaking out the box, I said fuck a crate International flights, in and out of state Thought I was the biggest loser now my pockets gaining weight Model bitches out of Chrysler, I think I might wife her She taking all my kids, like she the Pied Piper Right now I ride Toyota, I'ma turn it to a Viper Yeah, I know they sending shots and we're dancing just like a sniper [Verse 2: Kappa] Check this money that I'm reaping, watch the scythe, bruh Took my life by the handles, you in the side car They used to talk down but now they gon' watch me rise up Rocking new designer, shit don't come from China Only avocados, pineapples in my wallet Think I need a tailor, put extensions on my pockets Went and bought a feat for some bread, you need to shoplift Only silk up on my sheets, not fuckin' with the cotton [Chorus] Yeah, I got this shit on lock like some fuckin' prison gates You claim that you gang, but I can tell you fake Money stacking, pancakes, and your shit look like a crate Yeah, I got this shit on lock like some fuckin' prison gates You claim that you gang, but I can tell you fake Yeah, he wanna take my spot, I can see it in his face