Freeband ak - Locked In

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
Look, you can't keep a bad bitch happy how you don't know how to treat her
Ain't no Cheat codes in the streets so I could never be a cheater
I be locked in with my self a nigga know I don't never need em

Jimmy Neutron with the pack got the scale jumpin' off the meter
Gotta get it gone, in the kitchen, got more pans than Peter
They say that I'm wrong, I ran off, bitch you met the reaper
Ride around, semi-automatic, I could school you, be your teacher

Got a problem, talk to God about it or talk to the preacher
These Bitches wanna argue for clout, keep it lowkey on a nigga
Can't come to my house, I got K's and Glock's and everything
You come and you won't make it out, and when it's up Ain no talkin it out

Don't give a fuck what they talkin' bout, that's that shit I really hate
Bullets rain, come chalk em out, Think
they avoiding me, I'm tryna get this brand new stick
Lowkey wanna call again and blitz, I want my nigga's shit

I'm smokin' back to back, I need a black it kick the RP in
Free my niggas out the grave, free my niggas out the pen
Shit ain't been the same, spinned on a bitch, that's with my brother
Shit, opp bitches know that I'm dangerous, any miny moe my which one get hit

What I play it be for keeps, he gon' fuck me on the beach
Made a couple bands this week, nothing that I wear be cheap
If you feelin' froggy, leave, you bitches softer than a peep
How you sneak dissin on a tweet

He listen to my songs, won't leave me alone, he wanna get with me
Did this shit here on my own no you can't grab a plate and sit with me
You can't keep a bad bitch happy, how you don't know how to treat her
Ain't no cheat codes in the streets, so I could never be a cheater

I be locked in with myself, a nigga know Ion ever need em
Jimmy Neutron with the pack, got the scale jumpin' off the meter
Gotta get it gone, in the kitchen, got more pans than Peter
They say that I'm wrong, I ran off, bitch, you met the Reaper

Ride around, semi-automatic, I could school you be yo teachers
Got a problem, talk to God about it, or talk to the preacher
Yeah, or talk to the preacher, damn
Watch me from a fake page, yeah, get your life deleted, damn

I heard it was cold outside, so I brought my heater damn
I can't tell your bitch shit, cause she gon' repeat it, damn
I do not trust no man, read through his demeanor, yeah
I do not shake no hands, barely even speakin', damn

I been on the come up, know I gotta get some racks yeah
Keep my chopper on me, baby, I won't never lack, yeah
Lai my God daughter, she be drinkin' Similac, yeah
Niggas say they stand on business, that be such a act, damn

I can't even fuck with niggas, they get too attached, damn
I don't even fuck with niggas, I fuck with my strap, yeah

Written by:
Akkura Stover

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