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

[Verse 1: midwxst]

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, **** a Taurus

They talkin' 'bout me like I am a thesaurus

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

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 and my fans know they geekin'

Might go to LA 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 and 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 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 forget [?], it's flagrant

Remember recording diamonds out my basement

Now I'm in LA, might take a vacation, yeah

On the track like a mother****ing relay

Give a **** 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, been 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', ole

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

[Verse 2: Yeat]

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 drive no Masi' (No Masi', yeah)

I don't give a **** what you heard (Heard)

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

Any beat that you pass me, I murder 'em

We finessed on this bitch and his man

My bitch pull up and unbuckle my pants

I tip up off the drank, I can't stand

I got mills' top of bills by the Lamb' (Oh really)

I'm on the Percs' and the X, I can't land (Oh really)

Your bitch just told me she would shake it

Yeah, I take the crank on the Wocky

Yeah, I'm all inside of that Benz, yeah

I'm finna **** on her friends

Diamond my bitch and Cartier my lens

Yeah, I like to **** by the bands

Know I can't **** 'bout these bands

[Verse 3: Matt Ox]

Pocket watching (Watching)

There's pocket rocket out my proper (Proper)

I'm stackin' guap up in my pocket (Yeah)

Man, I'm rockin' this drip, it's exotic (Exotic)

I'm switching the toast, but you know I'ma cop it

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

Stackin' this, stackin' that cash (Yeah)

Stackin' this, stackin' them bands

Stackin' this, stackin' this, stack in advance

Hop in this, hop in this, hop in this link

Copped it, restocking it, got it again

Get it again (Yeah), to get it again and spin it again

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

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

Decision the squad, it's four hundred miles

We gettin' the guap, then we gotta chop

Chop it up, chop it up, chop

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

Lock it up, lock it up

Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up, lock it up