OG I$h & Pvxxp Beats - Locksmith

Don't be a dummy and crash trying rob me
I make you run in that track meet
We spin your bend do da dash on a backstreet
Talk like 10 toes now he got fast feet
You pay the high but the plug never tax me
Shit go so fast man you really gotta catch me
Plug for da scripts really miss you come back please
5 for da 10s and we spanked em for 15
I'm lying I'm flying and God can come smack me
That boy a birdy he greener than Listerine
Sum on his chest niggas know where thea trap be
Hits recognize me soon as I hit da scene
Don't act surprised when you told me that shit was beef
Streets like quicksand stuck when you in too deep
Head from a Chinese bitch I told her Shashini
Don't like her nigga cause he don't got shit she need
Try keep it real but niggas get the wrong idea
So I keep a strap Live my life making deals
Niggas try brace me better thank me cause I let em live
Gotta pass cause I knew him since a kid
Wipe that boy nose and now he need a bib
Blues on me like I'm running with crips
I don't fuck wit 12 these cops crooked they bent
I keep the metal on me like I'm a locksmith
Do all that bluffing ain't never spent a bend
Shot the nigga really thought we was friends
Never know what niggas going do for ends
Say that they love you but that's only fiction
Only love me when I'm balling like Wilson Love me but hate on me that's contradiction
Fent was so good really had junky's blitzing
Take something from me that's your life you risking
It's so hard to trust show my love from a distance
But that shit turn into a issue
Cuz when they need something they trying get with you
When they can't reach you they plot on your riches
Niggas slide wit they heat killing kids boy you tripping
And you don't really live how you living
You going die in the streets
12 year old hold the pistol
You serving up beef
Then that karma going tip you
Streets not for the weak
Niggas die wit they heat
When they blitz you
Gotta get off first like Clint East
I smoke on the 1
Not the 2 or da 3
Dreaming about demons
Couldn't sleep for a week
OG said get your issue off
Don't say a peep
Thought he was 1 up
But I'm really up 3
Nigga try me
He going die for da free
Nigga try me
He going die for da free
Don't be a dummy and crash trying rob me
I make you run in that track meet
We spin your bend do da dash on a backstreet
Talk like 10 toes now he got fast feet
You pay the high but the plug never tax me
Shit go so fast man you really gotta catch me
Plug for da scripts really miss you come back please
5 for da 10s and we spanked em for 15
I'm lying I'm flying and God can come smack me
That boy a birdy he greener than Listerine
Sum on his chest niggas know where thea trap be
Hits recognize me soon as I hit da scene
Don't act surprised when you told me that shit was beef
Streets like quicksand stuck when you in too deep
Head from a Chinese bitch I told her Shashini
Don't like her nigga cause he don't got shit she need

Written by:
Demare Harris, John Stanley

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