歌词
Lock it up lock it up
Microwave microwave microwave
Mop it up mop it up
Uh
Do my lil' dance with this ho you hear
Well d**n
Crack my s**t on this ho
Go
They got me crackin' my s**t
D**n
If you in the trenches they trap with a stick
On God
They lock me up and they shackle my wrist
I slept on a mat now I'm back in the mix
On God
You ain't no savage don't lie to me n***a
I'm from the apartments my heart in the trenches
Catch me in traffic a 'Rari I'm whippin'
Skrrt Skrrt
And I'm scratchin' off like a lottery ticket
On God
You told on your dawg that's a scar on your image
B***h
The longer the story the shorter your sentence
Most of these n***as gon' do that
Go put a hole in his two X
Boom boom
I came up from nothin' I'm straight out the gutter
You n***as can't go where I grew at
Same street
I f**k on your ho and you knock on the door
You know I'ma holler out Who that
Like who that is
I bring that b***h to your doorbell
Louis V signs on my coat tale
I used to trap out a motel
N***as be hatin' but oh well
Under my coat where the tool at
Tool at
If you want smoke we can do that
On God
And it ain't no smoke 'cause I blew that
Blew that
Ayy look how he dance how he do that
Do that
Look out lil' ho let me do my lil' dance
That ain't my d**k that's a stick in my pants
Huh
I took a risk to get this on my hand
That my lil' stepper he click on demand
Mop it up mop it up mop it up
Mop it up
Microwave microwave microwave
Trap
Lock it up lock it up lock it up
Trap
12 gauge shot 'em up shot 'em up
Shot 'em up boom
Look out lil' ho let me do my lil' dance
Word
That ain't my d**k that's a stick in my pants
Baow
I took a risk to get this on my hands
That my lil' stepper he click on demand
On God
Mop it up mop it up mop it up
It's Gucci
Microwave microwave microwave
Huh
Lock it up lock it up lock it up
Trap
12 gauge shot 'em up shot 'em up
Baow
Gucci Mane：
Look at my diamonds they do a lil' dance
Argh
Ice on my neck and my wrist and my hands
Bling
Bust down the face and then bust the band
Argh
Then bust on her face I just f**ked on a fan
Wow
F**k you and your man y'all get popped like a Xan'
Argh
Got heat on my waist I could give 'em a tan
Argh
I love my lil' hitters they click on demand
Love
Ayy free my young n***as let them out the can
For real
Play with Big Wop and you know it gon' go down
People don't trust me they know that I'm low down
Low down
I was f**ked up on my d**k down to four pounds
Now we move bricks and hit licks like a Zoe Pound
I'm making 'em feel it I'm black as a skillet
Buy Wes a new pendant let's spend it let's spend it
Spend it
Can't take this s**t with you I got it I get it
I live in a mansion grew up in the trenches
Wow
N***as be hating I get it they still in their feelings
Get found by some n***as who's fishing
All the subliminal dissing can't blemish my image
I'm ballin' like I play for Clemson
Ballin'
N***as try to ride on my wave 'cause I'm kosher like savings
Brand new Phantom I paint it crimson
Huh
I spent like eighty thou' on my Bart Simpson
Wop
Straight at the top ain't no pad or no pencils
It's Gucci
Hotboy Wes：
Look out lil' ho let me do my lil' dance
That ain't my d**k that's a stick in my pants
I took a risk to get this on my hand
That my lil' stepper he click on demand
Mop it up mop it up mop it up
Mop it up
Microwave microwave microwave
Trap
Lock it up lock it up lock it up
Trap
12 gauge shot 'em up shot 'em up
Shot 'em up boom
Look out lil' ho let me do my lil' dance
Word
That ain't my d**k that's a stick in my pants
Baow
I took a risk to get this on my hands
That my lil' stepper he click on demand
On God
Mop it up mop it up mop it up
Mop it up
Microwave microwave microwave
Microwave
Lock it up lock it up lock it up
Trap
12 gauge shot 'em up shot 'em up
Baow
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