Album Cover LOCK IT UP (feat. Yeat, midwxst & Matt Ox)

LOCK IT UP (feat. Yeat, midwxst & Matt Ox)

Whethan

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That boy is a coward like Courage

Got a good life, when I grow up, I flourish

Your bitch wanna take a pic like she a tourist

Yeah, I′m a Gemini, bitch, fuck a Taurus

They talkin' ′bout me like I am a thesaurus

Got some boys in the hood, I ain't talkin' ′bout Morris

We gon′ take everything in your house, get a mortgage

I need some glory, I feel like I'm Morgan, no Freeman

I drop a new song, all my fans know they geekin′

Might go to L.A. and crash for the weekend

Midwxst the name, bitch, no one can defeat him

Get in the whip, bitch, you playin' my music

You got a gun, but we know you won′t use it

I got some power, but I won't abuse it

I′m one of a kind, no, you can't reproduce me

The mic is my hammer and, bitch, I am Thor

Ain't none of y′all ready for shit that′s in store

I kill the beat, put it under me, no score

Feel like I'm Bruno Mars, open that door

I′m switchin' the flow up, switchin′ that cadence

Finna get reckless, tired of behavin'

I′m way too ahead, I got daylight savings

I have evolved while, bitch, you a caveman

You not gon' slide, bitch, I know that you flakin', fakin′

I use the mic like a sword and I′m Jason

Forgin' my words in this bitch like a mason

Bitch, I am born again, not talking Jason

I don′t play fair, get a foul and it's flagrant

Remember recording down inside my basement

Now I′m in L.A., might take a vacation (yeah)

Run the track like a motherfucking relay

Give a fuck about what he or she say

We be tweakin' together, no BK

I′ve been bangin' my chest like I'm D.K.

Spin tracks like a DJ

Lame-ass nigga wanna talk shit, okay

If we got beef, boy, you better drop it, okay

Love to talk about me, like to gossip, okay

Had to cut ′em off, too toxic, okay

In my town, bitch, I′m a trending topic, okay

Throwin' hands like I′m in a moshpit, okay

On go, don't think that I′m stoppin', olé

Like I′m Doofenshmirtz, you know I'm plotting, yeah

I just made a quick ten bands, yeah

Bitch, I just pulled up in a Lamb'

I just pulled up in that big boy Tonka, I don′t got no Masi (no Masi, Masi, yeah)

I give a fuck what you heard (heard)

You say that you poppin′, but I ain't even heard of ′em (woo, woo, woo, woo)

Any beat that you pass me, I murder 'em

We finessin′ this bitch and his man (yeah)

My bitch pull up, unbuckle my pants

I tip up off the drank, I can't stand (Luh Tris)

I got mills, top a bitch by the Lamb′ (oh, really?)

I'm on Percs in the air, so I can't land (oh, really?)

For a bitch that just told me I would change (yeah)

I took the cup, got luh Wocky (yeah)

I′m right outside of the Benz (yeah), I′m finna fuck all her friends

Diamond my vision, Cartier my lens (diamonds)

Yeah, I only give a fuck 'bout this Benz (Benz)

I only give a fuck ′bout this Bentley

Plottin' and watchin′ (watchin')

This pocket rocket, I′ma pop it (pop, pop it)

I'm stackin' guap up in my pocket (po-pocket)

You know what I′m rockin′, this drip, it's exotic (exo-exotic)

I′m switchin' the topic (topic), you know I′ma cop it

Coppin' this, coppin′ that, rockin' this, rockin' that

Stockin′ this, stockin′ that cash (yeah)

Stockin' this, stockin′ them bands

Stockin' this, stockin′ this, stock in advance

Hop in this, hop in this, hop in this Lamb' (yeah)

Copped and restocked and then got it again (yeah)

Get it again (yeah), to get it again and spend it again

I′m with the clan, they can't understand

These aren't even my friends, we all in a fam

This isn′t the squad, it′s full on the mob

We gettin' the guap, then we gotta chop

Chop it up, chop it up, chop

Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up, chop it up (chop, chop, chop, chop)

Lock it up, lock it up (lock)

Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up, lock it up (bah, bah, bah, bah)