Mafi D & Ralphy Davis - Locked In (feat. MikeJack3200 & Gunna Goof)

Damn touch money
Okay
In the hood with the thugs, shooting dice in my Yeezy's
I heard they can't find cheaper prices nowhere so they need me
But I let my niggas get on I swear I ain't greedy
I got a good heart boy I'm a do for the needy
Aye, I bet I get rewarded for these chances I been taking
Lame, you must got me and your boyfriend mistaken
Free them real niggas, we appealing all them cases
I be counting up that lettuce and bringing home the bacon
I'm a Kash nigga so you know I keep my hustle up
Like I'm eating spread and soups, you know I keep my muscle up
Bitch my game cold so you know I had to double up
Bitch I'm the coach, let's run a play, it's time to huddle up
Big shinning with my niggas, we pop and get to it
If they asking for that problem you know I'm a do it
You can try to play that role but you know I ain't stupid
All the shit I'm going thru it, I just hope I don't lose it
Aye I spiced up my lifestyle like my name is Neph
Momma wanted me to do right but I still went left
She proud of the shit that I did by myself
I picked up my technique and put down my tech
I hustle right, stack now I buy what I was looking at
Boy I see you trying to take a nug out my cookie bag
Feel rich but I been poor, need proof, Goof pop up on 'em like a in-store, ammo
Me, D, Ralphy and Goof we like golden state
On the interstate, catching plays like I'm Golden Tate
Niggas flexing like they got it but that gold is fake
Bitch I'm with gorillas so you know a nigga going ape
I be praying for better days, I just hope they get better
I'm really cooling on my lonely, keep gun in my sweater
These niggas talking like they real but they change like the weather
And I ain't tripping off a love, I just want me some cheddar
We all going prime time like Deon huh? And we all shine like neon lights
Long as baby come correct, I'm a be alright
Stitch lip in that room, couldn't be all tight
And this pussy froze one me, saying Jack I ain't meant that
Big .40 with a kick back, get 'em kicked back
Sliding in this rental man you know I'm finna tint that, I'm really with that, I'll really pull up where you live at nigga

Written by:
BOB HOAG, CHAD LANE CRAWFORD, DAVID JOHN WILSON, PETER ALLEN COSTA, POUYAN SEAN AFKARY, STEPHEN CHRISTOPHER KIRBY, TYSON CURTIS STEVENS

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