Milkshake (Sexy Time Remix) lyrics

[Intro: lockedinkee]
Gang

[Verse 1: lockedinkee]
Got a big ass Glock no safety
Had to get it cause n*ggas be tryna play me
Take that pill I ain't ready for a baby
I been going crazy
Don't think you can save
Had to move different 'cause n*ggas acting fake and shady
Big booty b*tch gon' shake it (ah)
Sit on my di*k tryna break it (uh)
I throw some cash and that b*tch gonna rake it (ah)
He flex some cash on the net Imma take it (ah)
They see some cash and they switch, faking, huh (ah)
Lockedinkee has awakened
That n*gga a pig, he get burned, bacon, huh
f*ck it let's get it shaking
Beam to his head and that n*gga just fainted
Woah

[Verse 2: lockedinkee]
Back on the regular beat
Best di*k of her life this ain't regular meat
You want smoke with me? This ain't regular beef
Blue and green lights b*tch these ain't regular beams
How you bad at this sh*t and you talk like you G.O.A.T.-ed
I'm the real G.O.A.T. so you should keep that noted
b*tch
How you my mans and you folded?
You mad that my pockets stay loaded
f*ck your opinion I don't give a f*ck what you told them
I really do live what I write so I wrote it, uh
Never dealt with all the trolling
Just f*ck on your b*tch tell her pass me the Trojan
Sick of this sh*t pass the gas Imma roll it
Tinted my whips 'cause the cops stay patrolling, uh
I f*ck a b*tch on some dumb sh*t
Big choppa dump sh*t I make a n*gga run quick, uh
Kee known to turn up the function
I started rapping know I'm onto something
He started capping that n*gga a snake
I don't know a Josh but I do know a Drac (Drake)
f*ck on his b*tch tell her get out my face
I'm dropping an EP sorry 'bout the wait
Killing these beats so she tell me I ate
I ran up my numbers they tell me I'm great
[Verse 3: Queezy_the_Gangster]
She sat on my di*k tried to break it
Wants me to last, b*tch, I ain't gonna make it
pus*y in my face, babe, let daddy taste it
You say it's mine as if I'm the one made it
1 month with my fingers, babygirl, daddy waited
Throw you on the bed, baby, you already naked
Depression music now I'm back on the hype sh*t
I dissed a toothpick he angrily typing
He cry like a b*tch, little baby is whining
Murdered her pus*y I'm doing a crime, man
Go to court for a killing I ain't doing time, man
I ain't no snitch, b*tch, I ain't gonna lie, man
Fag dissed me on sports wants me as a line-man

[Bridge: lockedinkee]
b*tch I'm just going so dumb
I need 'bout half of a mil' in a month
I need 'bout double that run me the funds
b*tch I'm gon' double back
And you can trust in that like
You know I already won
Like
'Cause b*tch I'm the best
Like
I might just skeet on her chest
Lockedinkee don't flex
Know I'm up next, b*tch
[Outro: lockedinkee]
What n*gga?
Come one