Niggas swear they having motion they a pit-stop
It's ironic I make chicken off of hip-hop
Come in on that type of time i ain't talking about my tiktoks
Do me one favor
When you see me win please don't click hop
This shit straight up off my head
This straight neurons
Back and forth i can't do it
This ain't ping-pong
Floor general i be quick to put the team on
(Money Counter)
Hollon let me stand up this my theme song
Looking at this nigga ice, i think it need a dance class
When you see me in these jordans its gon be the last dance
Reason you don't see me beef, cause i believe n fair chance
Same rappers that talk about money the ones that fail they math class
Graduated now i'm running to the money, That my new pacer
Trying to compete
Uhh Ohh
Here come a new racer
Got tired of my emotions so i turned into a eraser
All these bricks that we got we the new lakers
In the hospital, i seen too much bleeding in my cup
Must be a bird when i caught em that boy grew some goosebumps
This bitch trying play shoot her shot but i ain't playing pickup
You try to run
(Gun Sound)
Sound like he got some hiccups
When they shoot
Ain't no (point) to (guard) like Chris Paul
Label offered a 360, do i look like John Wall
On (block), you a think i touched all (ball)
Let it (blow), i get pissed when i hear a no call
Poles all year round bitch we still voting
If he diss and end up dead i start emoting
Your songs suck, all your homeboys just sugarcoating
Could have been blown bitch i just don't like promoting
Bottom of my cup bitch it red
But i bang orange like fred
Here a flex you can't do, none of my homeboys dead
Should of bought some more repels he try to go but can't fled
Shit decline every time, he aint got no face cred
You ain't jump off the porch, your ass fell off it
Not enough proof for the case, we got bail off it
He can't hide from this shit like its a bail on em
Don't even go ont hat drill, they gone tell on you
Showed he sauce he dissapeared he got lost in
Trying to get richy rich like i'm boston
He jumped into the smoke
Then jumped inside a coffin
When i record he hear
*Knock Knock*
Cause i'm locked in
Ek - Locked In Lyrics
Ek - Locked In Lyrics
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Niggas swear they having motion they a pit-stop
It's ironic I make chicken off of hip-hop
Come in on that type of time i ain't talking about my tiktoks
Do me one favor
When you see me win please don't click hop
This shit straight up off my head
This straight neurons
Back and forth i can't do it
This ain't ping-pong
Floor general i be quick to put the team on
(Money Counter)
Hollon let me stand up this my theme song
Looking at this nigga ice, i think it need a dance class
When you see me in these jordans its gon be the last dance
Reason you don't see me beef, cause i believe n fair chance
Same rappers that talk about money the ones that fail they math class
Graduated now i'm running to the money, That my new pacer
Trying to compete
Uhh Ohh
Here come a new racer
Got tired of my emotions so i turned into a eraser
All these bricks that we got we the new lakers
In the hospital, i seen too much bleeding in my cup
Must be a bird when i caught em that boy grew some goosebumps
This bitch trying play shoot her shot but i ain't playing pickup
You try to run
(Gun Sound)
Sound like he got some hiccups
When they shoot
Ain't no (point) to (guard) like Chris Paul
Label offered a 360, do i look like John Wall
On (block), you a think i touched all (ball)
Let it (blow), i get pissed when i hear a no call
Poles all year round bitch we still voting
If he diss and end up dead i start emoting
Your songs suck, all your homeboys just sugarcoating
Could have been blown bitch i just don't like promoting
Bottom of my cup bitch it red
But i bang orange like fred
Here a flex you can't do, none of my homeboys dead
Should of bought some more repels he try to go but can't fled
Shit decline every time, he aint got no face cred
You ain't jump off the porch, your ass fell off it
Not enough proof for the case, we got bail off it
He can't hide from this shit like its a bail on em
Don't even go ont hat drill, they gone tell on you
Showed he sauce he dissapeared he got lost in
Trying to get richy rich like i'm boston
He jumped into the smoke
Then jumped inside a coffin
When i record he hear
*Knock Knock*
Cause i'm locked in
It's ironic I make chicken off of hip-hop
Come in on that type of time i ain't talking about my tiktoks
Do me one favor
When you see me win please don't click hop
This shit straight up off my head
This straight neurons
Back and forth i can't do it
This ain't ping-pong
Floor general i be quick to put the team on
(Money Counter)
Hollon let me stand up this my theme song
Looking at this nigga ice, i think it need a dance class
When you see me in these jordans its gon be the last dance
Reason you don't see me beef, cause i believe n fair chance
Same rappers that talk about money the ones that fail they math class
Graduated now i'm running to the money, That my new pacer
Trying to compete
Uhh Ohh
Here come a new racer
Got tired of my emotions so i turned into a eraser
All these bricks that we got we the new lakers
In the hospital, i seen too much bleeding in my cup
Must be a bird when i caught em that boy grew some goosebumps
This bitch trying play shoot her shot but i ain't playing pickup
You try to run
(Gun Sound)
Sound like he got some hiccups
When they shoot
Ain't no (point) to (guard) like Chris Paul
Label offered a 360, do i look like John Wall
On (block), you a think i touched all (ball)
Let it (blow), i get pissed when i hear a no call
Poles all year round bitch we still voting
If he diss and end up dead i start emoting
Your songs suck, all your homeboys just sugarcoating
Could have been blown bitch i just don't like promoting
Bottom of my cup bitch it red
But i bang orange like fred
Here a flex you can't do, none of my homeboys dead
Should of bought some more repels he try to go but can't fled
Shit decline every time, he aint got no face cred
You ain't jump off the porch, your ass fell off it
Not enough proof for the case, we got bail off it
He can't hide from this shit like its a bail on em
Don't even go ont hat drill, they gone tell on you
Showed he sauce he dissapeared he got lost in
Trying to get richy rich like i'm boston
He jumped into the smoke
Then jumped inside a coffin
When i record he hear
*Knock Knock*
Cause i'm locked in
Writer: E K
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