On Lock lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah-grrah
(Yo, Nonzo, turn this up)
Get money
Bizzy
Uh
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Keepin' that
Uh

[Verse]
They know I don't smoke, but if an opp die (Grrah)
I'm rollin' n*ggas just for fun (Grrah-grrah)
If you mention Drizzy, walk with your gun (Facts)
If you don't, that just mean you dumb (Stupid)
Gotta be on point on my sides, if you don't take a charge, you can't get in my ride
And if you think I'm playin', n*gga, look in my eyes
Ain't pop in a minute, this sh*t got me fried (Facts)
If I shine, you shine, n*gga, we shine (We shine)
She callin' my phone, but I'm hittin' decline (Decline)
She told me that she done, I sent her the peace sign
And if a b*tch friendly, then she can't be mine (At all)
Wait, who playin' the opps in this sh*t?
How you ain't know we was beefin'? (What?) We droppin' they sh*t (Like)
If they drive through the hood, then I'm flockin' the whip (Grrah)
If they throw a party, we stoppin' the sh*t (Grrah-grrah)
I got a bad lil' thorough b*tch, light-skin yellow b*tch (Yellow b*tch)
With or without me, she good like Melo, b*tch (Melo, b*tch)
You ain't got no bodies, but your name is still celibate (Celibate)
Why you on the block all day? You ain't sellin' sh*t (You ain't sellin' nothin')
Up in Bel-Air rockin' Hellstar
COVID-19, I don't dap, I give head nods (Head nods, like)
I know one b*tch that suck di*k for some AirPods (Haha)
Prolly think I'm cappin', I'm not, I'll bring her to the block
She bad with no bready, that b*tch cute and popped
She wanna drink and scream all day, she a thot (Thot)
I don't know about y'all, but I got it on lock
Every time that I drop, got the haters on hots (Hots)
If a n*gga move wock, all you hear is a— (Grrah)
Put that boy in the sky, said you think he a— (Star)
n*gga wanna be famous, we could make him a— (Bah)
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Like, look
I'm a demon, I ain't gotta explain (Facts)
Can't a n*gga talk bad on my name, I put on for myself
n*gga, f*ck is a gang? (Gang)
What you got in your stash, prolly put on my chain (Stupid)
Just 'cause you got bread, don't mean you ain't lame
Ls become normal, n*gga, charged to the game
First time in the booth, I just started spittin' flame
Ever since I got lit, they just want me to change
But I'm still in the streets, n*ggas know it's real when it's beef
So y'all n*ggas better chill on the beats
Don't be mad when the feds do a sweep (Sweep)
They be tryna say music be the reason he deceased ('Ceased)
But don't think that it's sweet
n*ggas still hoppin' out the Jeeps (Ha, grrah)
So you better move with a technique (Grrah-grrah) just in case them n*ggas creep
You know these n*ggas playin' for keeps, I know lil' n*ggas spinnin' for weeks (Like)