Locksmith lyrics
by R3 Da Chilliman
[Hook]
Real robberies, I done did that
Pulling skits, where was you at?
Broke sh*t, we don’t do that
We don’t sell, we buy new straps
Torch n****s like lighters
I’m adding fuel to the fire
My homie in a cell with a shank like he Michael Myers
Clear, I’m what n****s envy
Grown, but his pockets empty
Just left two bad hoes reading messages about how they miss me
If you know like they know then you know that I pop sh*t
I be breaking into homes, I’m threezy the locksmith
[Verse]
Know I’m young and turnt, I be rocking a bust Rolliе
You ain’t ever shot sh*t, I’m respеcted, a known trophy
I’m everything they not, I’m who these n****s pretend to be
I be gassed up when they see me, I’m keeping my energy
Rock-a-bye baby, this perc got me nodding
If you ask why he don’t like me, he gon’ tell you I robbed him
I mixed the Lanvin shirt with the Hellstar sweats
b*tches see Mr. Chilli, get to holding they breath
Left my last b*tch, she no longer meet my standards
Sipping Wock with my pinky out, showing maestro my manners
I don’t want no X, b*tch, I’m a real perc popper
I know I’m famous but this chopper the showstopper
With these Versace glasses on I can’t see no poor b*tch
Heard a n**** broke, if he want money, take a risk
Money counter, I’m counting this sh*t by hand
Move the whole load, I ain’t selling by grams
[Hook]
Real robberies, I done did that
Pulling skits, where was you at?
Broke sh*t, we don’t do that
We don’t sell, we buy new straps
Torch n****s like lighters
I’m adding fuel to the fire
My homie in a cell with a shank like he Michael Myers
Clear, I’m what n****s envy
Grown, but his pockets empty
Just left two bad hoes reading messages about how they miss me
If you know like they know then you know that I pop sh*t
I be breaking into homes, I’m threezy the locksmith