LOCKED IN (feat. BRUHMANEGOD)

Stuck in my head, I been locked in Pull up with them choppers, and we aimin' at your noggin Pussy boy say that he mobbin' Think you that guy, got some news, boy you not him Stuck in my head, I been locked in I been going up, I don't think that I'm stoppin' Look at my numbers, I'm poppin' Talk down to me, and the bros get to moppin' Imma get fucked up until my eyes roll I just made a rack, and now I'm balling like I'm Michael Shawty said she want me to come thru, and I might go Man, this shit too easy, I could do it with my eyes closed Maxin' out my card, me and the homies, we like nice clothes See it, i'ma cop it, swipe my card, because I like those Keep a choppa by my side, 'cause I don't fight hoes I been goin' crazy Lately I been going psycho Why you talkin down to me? Bro you don't know me I'ma pull up, up the choppa, now I'm smokin' on your homie They used to show me love But then they switched up, they some phonies Pussy swearin' that he hard, I told em "Pull up, better show me!" Bitch, I'm posted on your block, I'm creepin' slowly Choppa turn you into lunch meat, 'cause you talkin all boloney I'm a goddess, when you talk to me, remember that I'm holy Bitch I made your whole career, and now you hating, cuz you owe me Stuck in my head, I been locked in Pull up with them choppers, and we aimin' at your noggin Pussy boy say that he mobbin' Think you that guy, got some news, boy you not him Stuck in my head, I been locked in I been going up, I don't think that I'm stoppin' Look at my numbers, I'm poppin' Talk down to me, and the bros get to moppin' Smokin' more tree, than a motherfucking knock I'm in NYC, so I got it from the ock Trap metal OG, I got rocks in my socks They all tryna know me, but I'm not finna talk How ya'll all OD off of the same ass drugs? And ya'll just be payin' for your buzz And that's some lame shit Bitch I got the fuckin keys Fuck an SRT I just be swervin' in the truck That's how I lane switch And my bitch so bad, make the other bitches look bad Kids so sad, pick up your motherfucking bookbag Spider Gang the gang, and we motherfucking cooked rap The opps all cryin' over shit that they coulda had Shoulda coulda woulda had And they tryna pick up on the swag, tell 'em "Put it back!" All this shit irrelevant, don't know where to even look for that You don't like what I say? I ain't industry standard And I only speak the truth, I don't motherfucking pander Stuck in my head, I been locked in Pull up with them choppers, and we aimin' at your noggin Pussy boy say that he mobbin' Think you that guy, got some news, boy you not him Stuck in my head, I been locked in I been going up, I don't think that I'm stoppin' Look at my numbers, I'm poppin' Talk down to me, and the bros get to moppin'