lockjaw Lyrics

Pretty bitch she tweaking molly percocet

Grinding your teeth and shit like you're a wreck

Eyes roll back, I think she see death

Baby, before you go and I lay you to rest

I think you should know

All of that damage I felt

Went straight to my soul

I still try my best

Give me some drugs I fold

Get paranoid I grab my pole

Feel so bad on my dolo

Take a bullet to the head

She can't know the best me

My girl, cos ur dead

My girl wanna sex me

Baby, come break my bed

Baby, you're so bad, and your bad habits

Like shit, oh my bad, like lowkey I'm just tryna smash it

You and drugs is tragic

And you got hella mans

Living life so blasted

They don't have what I have

That's why you keep coming back to me

And she's such a fan

She just wanna give her back to me, yea

Dolo, sippin on my dolo, yea

FOMO, chase a bag, I need more, more, yea

My brobro, get money, he tore shit up

Born broke, broke, we gotta get motion for our moms

Give her a rack, she cried

Told her to raise her pride

Mama, I've been on that grind

Always praying that I never turn to crime

I swear on her life

I'll take care of you like you're my life

Why would I love a thot

When mom told me to look for a wife, yea

Pretty bitch she tweaking molly percocet

Grinding your teeth and shit like you're a wreck

Eyes roll back, I think she see death

Baby, before you go and I lay you to rest

I think you should know

All of that damage I felt

Went straight to my soul

I still try my best

Give me some drugs I fold

Get paranoid I grab my pole

Feel so bad on my dolo

Take a bullet to the head

She can't know the best me

My girl, cos ur dead

My girl wanna sex me

Baby, come break my bed

Baby, you're so bad, and your bad habits

Like shit, oh my bad, like lowkey I'm just tryna smash it

You and drugs is tragic

And you got hella mans

Living life so blasted

They don't have what I have

That's why you keep coming back to me

And she's such a fan

She just wanna give her back to me, yea

Dolo, sippin on my dolo, yea

FOMO, chase a bag, I need more, more, yea

My brobro, get money, he tore shit up

Born broke, broke, we gotta get motion for our moms

Give her a rack, she cried

Told her to raise her pride

Mama, I've been on that grind

Always praying that I never turn to crime

I swear on her life

I'll take care of you like you're my life

Why would I love a thot

When mom told me to look for a wife, yea