On Lock (f*ck Yo Couch) lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse]
Cut the vacuum seal, let the odor out
My white boy just sold twenty 'bows out a mobile house
Shot the .308, f*ck around, threw my shoulder out
Mike got a 41, he said he finna blow it out
I just sold some sh*t in third person, made a large amount
Made twenty bands in a day, it was hard to count
My b*tch don't like me drinkin' lean, I drunk it anyway, all she did was pout
n*ggas I don't f*ck with on the daily comin' around, guess they chasin' clout
When, what, where? I never seen a drought
When they say that word, I don't know what the f*ck they talkin' 'bout
b*tch said she love me, I don't know what the hell she talkin' 'bout
G-R-I-N-D Hard, that's without a doubt
Beat this b*tch down, when we was f*ckin', I made her shout it out
She said the di*k was good, she went on Instagram and shouted me out
You got some red, well, I got some purple, we can swap it out
I heard you ain't run down on them n*ggas, you just shot the house
I feel like Rick James right now, n*gga, f*ck your couch
Bad b*tch ain't make it to the bed, I f*cked her on the couch
When I stuck my tip in, all I heard was, "Ouch"
My OGs tell me that I'm a bad mother— shut your mouth
Trippin', I just spent three hundred on a pair of socks
All these pus*y-ass n*ggas dead, I need some brand-new opps
I got a lot of old money, but I got a brand-new Glock
Police kicked the door in twice, I still ain't change the spot
My old b*tch still got my house keys, I need to change my locks
b*tch ain't seen me since I had a fade, she told me that she like my locs
I got this gun on my hip, we is not gon' box
Dig a hole sixteen feet and put him in a box
Got a gun, it ain't got no bodies, call it young chop
My cousins love me, they came all the way from Little Rock
My young n*ggas shot at the vice, they got the hood hot
[?][1:23] to Saginaw, that's the hood spot
The weed that I got from A1 got the hood on lock
Pour my drank in some juice, I quit usin' pop
Everybody say I need to slow down 'cause I use a lot
Your n*ggas ain't won in a minute, y'all lose a lot
Better wake up, don't snooze, 'fore you lose your spot
You ain't thinkin' with your mind, you gon' lose your top
I was sellin' methamphetamine when Coochie dropped
Man, I swear her pus*y wet as hell, her coochie drop
Damn, that's too much coochie
Sold over a thousand pills when Jay went and made them songs with Uzi
I ain't seen one in a minute, but I'll use an Uzi
Stiff with my prices, hard to budge, you can never move me
I ain't gotta put it on a scale, you can never fool me
When you get to askin' for a front, that's when you always lose me
Told the cameraman, "Get some B-roll, 'cause my life a movie"
GrindHard, I be still grindin', long nights with Louie
Lately, I been coppin' Burberry, but I might buy Louis
Mug me at a light and it's gon' turn into a drive-by shooting
n*ggas actin' like they got it, but they really boosting
n*ggas actin' like they know somethin', but they really clueless
Tryna play me, then you gotta be more than a little stupid
Smoked all my A1, so I had to shop with Lil Stupid
Smoked all my A1, so I had to shop with Lil Stupid