Locked In (feat. F S Rudy)

You already know I'm finna walk All over this. Soul I'm back in that mode Fucking these ho's You know how I do I get it n go Can't fuck with a lot of these niggas I peep that a lot of these niggas be ho's Deadass though Ran up a bag I'm on they ass I know they mad but I do the dash They hoping I crash fuck'em Fuck what they saying I know how to move N bitch Ima goat can't go back to broke I got them in scope n I got them Locked In Fuck where you goin' Shots to your head don't send threats over text They gone read the whole thread these niggas be fed Better replay what I said aye he made his own bed A nigga gone die can't handle all the pressure jitt gone apply You can't cap me down I seen pussy it was all in his eyes Aye he talked out his neck, they lit up his block Got knocked out his socks, they say that he snitching Hell nah we ain't claiming them opps Uh yea here I go stepping so much shoes ain't got soles The grim reaper mad said we claiming way too many souls Aye trying to get up I know that they mad a nigga be stuck Aye gone off the drugs I got a bitch tryna fuck shawty be giving it up Popping them tings fuck what they say I don't care for them beans I be on percs I fuck with them addy's might fuck with them xanny's They showing me love they saying it real I think that it fake Cause I see the hate can't walk with a snake don't try to debate Cause you gone be wrong, you best watch yo tone, I told ya I'm on Try me on a bad day when I start to play ain't nobody safe If you can betray me you can't be family Nights with my pops we slid on granite Niggas be hating I can't understand it Smoking that diesel got my eyes slanted Got in my bag like a race I ran it up I know they mad as fuck Jitt been goin up, Jitt been goin up Get on a track n I spit my life How I walk on this bitch so easy Niggas be washed up but ain't dishes, spot on facts no reaching I ran up a check n I still went bad, sipping that lean gave jitt a lil lag All of them nights I had slid with my dad I don't bust shots Ima empty the mag Ran up a bag I'm on they ass I know they mad but I do the dash They hoping I crash fuck'em Fuck what they saying I know how to move N bitch Ima goat can't go back to broke I got them in scope n I got them Locked In Fuck where you goin' Shots to your head don't send threats over text They gone read the whole thread these niggas be fed Betta replay what I said aye he made his own bed A nigga gone die can't handle all the pressure jitt gone apply You can't cap me down I seen pussy it was all in his eyes Big dawg Rudy Ima let my dawg get him he got rat on him N I ain't gone trip if they hit that block we just gone get back on them Fly swatter we'll smack on him he a broke nigga drop a rack on him Glock 40 got eagle eyes that baby drac ain't got no back on him I only fuck with the guys, he ain't realer than mine I can just tell in his eyes, he ain't one of my kind I drop them hits at Ray don't get caught in the blind I drop a four in the skrrrt but it turned to nine Yea I hope that fuck nigga got that message Let a nigga test me press me I tote big ol' Smith & Wesson Switch a give a nigga a lesson He ain't really got it that fuck nigga flexing Look in they eyes them fuck nigga jealous Hit from the rear n I'm pulling out Turn around use her face to catch it Bitch keep lying talking bout she pregnant She want a car, she want a necklace This bitch thirsty, this bitch desperate She be in Douglas like she know Fredrick I told that bitch that I ain't got time today I'm in the streets I got new tires today Jump out for you drive by then get back in and drive away I'm like Siri I ain't got no time today Bitch don't talk back I got time to play Double my bucks no time to waste 30 on a nine a nine on my waist Uh play with it I just want neck I ain't tryna go down the way Straight up I ain't got time to chase Bread but I don't even want no cake Ran up a bag I'm on they ass I know they mad but I do the dash They hoping I crash fuck'em Fuck what they saying I know how to move N bitch Ima goat can't go back to broke I got them in scope n I got them Locked In Fuck where you goin' Shots to ya head don't send threats over text They gone read the whole thread these niggas be fed Betta replay what I said aye he made his own bed A nigga gone die can't handle all the pressure jitt gone apply You can't cap me down I seen pussy it was all in his eyes