Lockin' In ft. F.R.A.N.K & Mari Lyrics

I

keep fallin' in love

It hurts that I miss you, baby

But I love to hate you

I was up all late night layin' down these tracks

Girl keep callin' my phone, she can't get a text from you

Real recognize, Real so don't know you for real

Bad bitch keep calling phone

And I say I don't even know you

Yeah, Yeah

Got me some racks and I came with some vibes

Yeah, Yeah

After we fuckin Don't tell me yo life

Yeah, Yeah

Casket or urn , Baby, you can decide

Niggas play tragic, Yhey end up on live

Steady be dyin' ain't changin' no sides

Yeah, Know that we lockin' in

All of my niggas, They be runnin' in

Me Mari twin like a synonym

And I pray that my dogs they stop sininin

But I'm rockin' chinchilla and Vetaments

But these diamonds, My niggas, they be shinin

And my niggas, They came with the violence

So baby, You know just to let them in, Let them in

Yeah, Peppermint Patty, Yeah, Rolls or the Porsche

These niggas made pussy

Uhhh and I ain't showin' remorse

I know that they fans and on the top of the fame

And I know they can't handle

I got a lil' bad bitch be crackin' that shit, We finna have a scandal

Don't play with that boy, He got mob ties

Water my neck I've been baptized

Don't fuck with that bitch, I say ta ta

And I'll put a lil' nigga in the sky, sky

Pop a lil perc like I'm Channing

Got me two twins tryna sit in

Got a good prices and I'll tap in

Got a good prices and I'll tap in

Locked in forever, my brother just steppin

This bitch wear Margiela, You know that we steppin

If a nigga talk shit, I got the weapon

Said I fell off, Need to lock in

I just walked up in the bitch with lil' Frank and lil' Mari

I see a lil' ho and you know I ain't sorry

I'm up in a party, valet, gotta park it

Too many bitches, I got too many options

These bitches be barkin', my pistol be sparkin

I wear Neiman Marcus, I'm wearin' that Marni

I don't give a fuck, my cup dirty like Barney

You don't even know what he say, I gotta go do it

It's Mr. Lil' Wave, it's Mr. Lil' Groove

It's young Tebu, I gotta go groove

Young Tebtu, I don't got nothin' to prove

And nothin' to lose

All of these hoes gonna choose

But is it the money, the blues

I'm really confused

I don't understand what you say

I just finna go blow

Just like a fuse

You already know, this old news

I got, uh, whole lot of money

I got old, I got blue

Nigga said what

Nigga hit you

I'm with slat slat, I'm with slime

Ain't gon' hit you right in your spine

Nigga talk shit, You ain't takin' from mine

Takin' from mine, then we takin' your life

Takin' my life, and you takin' my wife

Niggas some bitches, man, niggas so trife

Niggas some hoes, and I said that twice

Niggas be rats like, Mikey they be mice

Okay

I had to lock in

Ohhhh

I had to lock in

Me and Lil' Frank had to lock in

Me and Lil' Frank had to lock in

I was in bed, had no options

In East Atlanta apartments

Had to lock in, woah

Had to lock in, woah

Better tap in, like woah

Better tap in, huh

Lock in, huh

I gotta lock in, woah

I gotta lock in

I gotta lock in

Yeah, Know that we lockin' in

All of my niggas, They be runnin' in

Me Mari twin like a synonym

And I pray that my dogs they stop sininin

But I'm rockin' chinchilla and Vetaments

But these diamonds, My niggas, they be shinin

And my niggas, They came with the violence

So baby, You know just to let them in, Let them in