LOCKJAW!

Hah!

I got blood dried black on my T-shirt

Little rappers on my back 'til my knees hurt

Pants sag, nuts hang, make 'em eat curb

Jumped up, but a much ma seen worse

One, two, three bodies drop to the deck like

Creepin' out the motherfuckin' dirt, no rest

Got a .45

Pointed at my motherfuckin' chest

Put a finger on the trigger and we’ll see what’s next

Keep a blade tucked in my sock

If it pops off

I don’t do beef

But ya leave with a rocked jaw

Lock jaw

Biting like a bully, bitch, I’m locked on

Really wanna make a milli, I succeed and then I log off

Ayy

Fuck with kid, oh no

Motherfuckin' bump in the whip fo sho

Really wanna buck with the kid like woah

Wanna be the motherfuckin' with a bag

And a sold out show like

I’m aimin' for the top and bitch, I won’t ever stop, I got paper to drop

When I’m creepin', leavin 'em shocked

I keep on

Leveling up and I’m bettering, I am the reaper, I come for the kill

I just and pushin' and pushin', I’m doin' my thang and I’m beating these fuckers at will

Never be one in the masses, I’m comin' for mansions, I’m runnin' I run up the bills

I am a demon, I’m feigning, the fuckers are dreamin', I’m seekin' a bag of a mill