On Lock ft. Swiggy Lyrics

Baby, you've been on the run

Probably why my heart weighin a ton

Still thinking that you were the one

Still thinking about raising our son

The bullshit that we done been through

Cannot be undone, woulda gave you my life

I told you more than once

Living my life without you, never been no fun

Feel on my dick, you know that's where I

All of your flaws, they be perfect, so fabulous

Can't get off track, I be losing my balance

Hoping my haters can see me succeed

That shit got me laughing, THC,

Pulling up in a drop top, make a heart flop

If you leaving, then my heart stop

So keep it on lock, yeah

So keep it on lock

Close range, so I got blood on my jeans

I got blood on my tee, i got blunts for the team

I got cups full of lean, I got guns with the beams

I got two or three grams and

I run from the scammers, like MC got hammers,

Not smoking no Bammers

I hide from the cameras, the fuck is your manners

I shoot the shit up, I don't care about the damages

Under your skin like a cut, need the bandages

They call me Randy, I'm moving with savages

They call me Tony, I'm moving with packages Sleeping on me, then I'm taking they mattresses

Bitches be faking, so I call them actresses

I send my hitters an start checking statuses

I'm at the top, I been way above averages

Way I be flowing on shit cause paralysis

Thinking about real estate, owning some palaces

All of your flaws, they be perfect, so fabulous

Can't get off track, I be losing my balance

Hoping my haters can see me succeed

That shit got me laughing, THC,

Pulling up in a drop top, make a heart flop

If you leaving, then my heart stop

So keep it on lock,

So keep it on lock

I'm back up in this bitch hoe

All these other motherfuckers,

They be folding like a chair though

I don't know what I did wrong

Got me up all night, writing these damn songs

P, I been thinking

What if all this negativity turns into the inspo

Shit, I been thinking

What about all you motherfuckers

Just turn me to the villian

I don't know where I'm going

Trying to make it out of the city

Going to a new place, new state

Where the sky always looking so pretty

Damn, I'm locked in, unlocked

Getting out, who the fuck gon' stop me

You know this shit gonna be bigger than a Miley Nashville party

I'm flowing cold shit, I been getting real bold

No one can tell me I'm wrong

Me and P making a song

Again and again and again and again shit,

I always win

Bad chick, she my little twin

Here you go P this shits the end

Just know I'm coming back for revenge