Locksmith lyrics

[Intro: Young Curt]
Ayy
She f*ck it up and I'ma, ayy, ayy
She f*ck it up and I'ma, ayy (Traxamillion), word
Huh?
Huh? Ayy
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Young Curt]
Ayy, ayy, a lot of guap in this b*tch
She f*ck it up and I'ma throw a knot in this b*tch
Some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b*tch
You n*ggas cuffin' hoes like some cops in this b*tch
f*ck a patdown, we got Glocks in this b*tch
All drumsticks, we don't f*ck with stock clips
I got a hard di*k, b*tch, come and top this
Whole gang full of shooters, all of 'em drop sh*t

[Verse 1: Mike Sherm]
n*ggas cuffin' hoes on some cop-ass sh*t
Police-ass n*gga, need to stop that sh*t
Ho ain't tryna pay me, I'ma block that b*tch
Try to set me up and I'll pop this b*tch
Got a big knot, but I'm not no trick
Always keep some hoes, I ain't never thot-less
Old b*tch left, now her ass ain't got sh*t
I ain't gotta work, 'cause I'm on some boss sh*t
I ain't got a job, but a n*gga steady workin'
Back in high school, I was f*ckin' all the virgins
I don't buy no flights, and I don't buy no purses
But what I made today, I could've went and bought a Birkin
n*ggas cashin' out on these hoes, it ain't worth it
b*tch caught me f*ckin' on her sister, I ain't perfect
First night, I could hit a b*tch without flirtin'
Super soakin' hoes, couple posts got 'em squirtin'
[Chorus: Young Curt]
She f*ck it up and I'ma throw a knot in this b*tch
Some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b*tch
You n*ggas cuffin' hoes like some cops in this b*tch
f*ck a patdown, we got Glocks in this b*tch
She f*ck it up and I'ma throw a knot in this b*tch
Some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b*tch
You n*ggas cuffin' hoes like some cops in this b*tch
f*ck a patdown, we got Glocks in this b*tch

[Verse 2: Young Curt]
She f*ckin' with the kid, I'm comin' with hot sh*t
Plugged on them keys, I'm f*ckin' with the locksmith
Trap full of b*tches, my hoes be topless
Never catch a n*gga lackin', my Glocks hold chopsticks
Never catch me lackin', I'm thuggin' with chopsticks
Huh? Your b*tch a thot, a thot b*tch
Money on my mind, I'm 'bout my guap, b*tch
If you ain't talkin' guap, then kick some rocks, b*tch

[Chorus: Young Curt & 1TakeJay]
She f*ck it up and I'ma throw a knot in this b*tch
Some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b*tch
You n*ggas cuffin' hoes like some cops in this b*tch
f*ck a patdown, we got Glocks in this b*tch
She f*ck it up and I'ma throw a knot in this b*tch
Some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b*tch
You n*ggas cuffin' hoes like some cops in this b*tch
f*ck a patdown, we got Glocks in this b*tch (Wait, hol' up, I'm finna turn this b*tch up)
[Verse 3: 1TakeJay]
Ayy, Mr. kick the b*tch out, I'm not cuffin' (I'm not cuffin')
Give a b*tch the middle fingers if she not f*ckin' (No)
I don't wanna conversate about nothin' (b*tch)
Like a kid, b*tch, I need my chicken McNuggets
If the bread ain't right, we can't make a toast
She don't even like talkin', but she givin' throat (Thot)
I don't even like talkin', b*tch, adios (Bye)
After I hit, I'ma dip like Dorito
You ain't Big Worm, b*tch, I need my chili Frito (b*tch, I need my chili Frito)
Gang in this b*tch if a n*gga think he Deebo (n*gga think he Deebo)
Everybody grippin' on poles like a freak ho (Freak)
Play with me, it's fair game, but I'm like a cheat code
Like a pig with a wig, you a cop, boy (You a cop, boy)
Like you ain't the same as me, you an opp, boy (You an opp)
Like the coupe, you finna lose your top
I'm a n*gga in these streets, you is not, boy (Not, boy)

[Chorus: Young Curt]
She f*ck it up and I'ma throw a knot in this b*tch
Some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b*tch
You n*ggas cuffin' hoes like some cops in this b*tch
f*ck a patdown, we got Glocks in this b*tch
She f*ck it up and I'ma throw a knot in this b*tch
Some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b*tch
You n*ggas cuffin' hoes like some cops in this b*tch
f*ck a patdown, we got Glocks in this b*tch
[Outro: Young Curt]
She f*ck it up and I'ma throw a knot in this b*tch
Some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b*tch
You n*ggas cuffin' hoes like some cops in this b*tch
f*ck a patdown, we got Glocks in this b*tch
Got a big knot, but I'm not no trick
Some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b*tch
Ayy, Mr. kick the b*tch out, I'm not cuffin'
f*ck a patdown, we got Glocks in this b*tch (Traxamillion)