Mocked Up Lyrics

Yeah

Moving along

Shawty done hit the salon, and she feelin' bossed up

I'm in a zone

The type you can't get on your own, the studio locked up

Been on the rise

Trust me I don't got the time for throwing the rock up

I see the future I picture with all of my guys, and I got it mocked up

Moving along

Shawty done hit the salon, and she feelin' bossed up

I'm in a zone

The type you can't get on your own, the studio locked up

Been on the rise

Trust me I don't got the time for throwing the rock up

I see the future I picture with all of my guys, and I got it mocked up

Getting a call

Somebody got me a song

Soon as I get it I'm getting it gone

I got a ticket to get to the top and I know that my brothers all coming along

Know they on time with the pole

That's why I'm always eyes on the road

Shawty always tryna get low

That's why she always ride when I go

(ah, ah)

Dime piece on the side with it

Grand slam all 9 innings

Topped up then I finished

Top down when I ride in it

After dinner then I'm dipping

Shawty told me she fine with it

Mutual between my women

Got a snippet she was all ears

All of the above's what I hear

Putting on a front like veneers

Closing down the club like a Sears

Going out west frontier

Got to get away from here

Everybody stuck in their gears

Got to get away from here

Yeah

Got to get away from here

Got to get away from here

Got to get away from here

Got to get away from here

Got to get away from here

Yeah

Got to get away from here

Yeah

It's a new era

Uh

Aye

New week with some new hoes

New highs, you at new lows

Can't stand me but she running back boy I think I found a lil' loop hole

Two tone with the white gold

Black sheep with the white rose

Shawty got a lil' pedicure, got a new coat for the white toes that's

(Ah)

Too much for your poor soul

How could I get more cold

How did I end up in your phone

How did I end up in your home

Shit here goes

I'm too gone

Your rap days didn't last long, they got foreclosed

But I saw this shit like I foretold

Yeah

I got to charge for palm readings

Locked in I been quarantining

Me and her have long meetings

Stuck it in and she stop breathing

Come on over girl stop teasing

Number 1 I been top seeding

No J. Cole, it's your off season

And god damn it's been a long season

And you ain't competing

I made a change in my life and I mean it

You see how I'm leading

Don't trust your heart cuz they be deceiving

Trust the cards and the way I read it

Play my songs cause she fuck w me

I sing them to her like R&B shit

Heartbreaker like Tom Petty

I'm hard hitting

I'm the artist behind the bars like R. Kelly

I can tell that you all not ready

I can tell that you all on edge

My drop date's like you all's wedding

Every line be well fed

Cause they're all heavy

But I be picky with my beats like ARFID

And like number 2 pick in the draft, I'm prolly getting that call next

So just don't come with that bullshit or that nonsense

Found a flow and voice for it on that day I been hard since