On Lock (feat. Camac) - GH Luke

I'm from Libby City (across the bridge) Nah, bitch, I ain't from South Beach, I raised me Bitch, my mama was in the streets (yeah), no co-d (no) I ain't no rat, I'on know a thing, my homie (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) still had to eat off that scamming thing I know some niggas toting .40's like they ID's I know some bitches getting purses off her ID's I got my city on lock and the master key Pussy so good, make him say "Uh", this that Master P Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh, I'm from Opa-Locka, home of the choppers City Girls, Summer, JT, that's my partner (city) I'm a day bitch, Brown Subs to the Scotts (period) Lil' pretty bitch, but them killers from the lots will slide for me (du, du, du) I got some bitches and some niggas that'll bust for me (boo, boo, boo) So don't fuck with me Y'all bum niggas, caught me lacking, hit the wagon up Now the hood looking for 'em 'bout to body bag 'em up (my niggas) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Man, I came up from the bottom, that's why I'm talking cash shit Man, I went in my mama purse and I had got my ass kicked Let a nigga see his kids, you going out like a sad bitch You look better than your kids, and you got your ass did I don't be telling them niggas I love they ass no more 'cause I don't force it (no) I just put the label check inside the streets, so go and avoid it Ever since I call myself the voice, I'm starting to hear some voices And they told you ass to tell, and you did, you had a choice Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) I tilt my hats to real niggas who been real with it I know you love the streets to death, just don't be killed in it I brought the Crush, not for no drank, I put my pills in it Can't nobody tell us shit, you gotta deal with it Gun sling

Yeah-yeah-ye-yeah Nobody haffi know Yeah-ai Nobody haffi know, say we're gon' fuck Ik heb die, ik heb die pussy on lock Ik ga je niet controllen, ik ben niet op dat Ik heb die, ik heb die pussy on lock Als je met me bent, zet je tellie op lock Ey, zet je tellie op lock Als ik met je ben, nobody haffi know Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Laat me zien wat je waard ben Diamonds op m'n Cartier ik kan niet slapen Wat je wil je kan het krijgen, je moet vragen En niet vergeten, je moet rennen tot je daar bent Ik zie die mannen zijn on mijn thing Ik neem, polshoogte maar geen Breitling Ze doen never zo excited als ze mij zien Kan het voelen aan je aura je bent Pricey Oh baby whagwan Kom je in m'n foreign zit je shotgun Wat is die volgende stap net Jawson Je nieuwe vriendje, nee hij is niet awesome, dus neem afstand Why you wanna leave me? Big man diamonds in je pinkie Plus ik ben blem, maar ik drink niet Kom slow whine upon that thingy Nobody haffi know, say we're gon' fuck Ik heb die, ik heb die pussy on lock Ik ga je niet controllen, ik ben niet op dat Ik heb die, ik heb die pussy on lock Als je met me bent, zet je tellie op lock Ey, zet je tellie op lock Als ik met je ben, nobody haffi know Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Ik heb die pussy on lock, net een kluis Ik heb de sleutel van je, dat is m'n thuis Ik weet niet als ik pull up in die foreign is het Duits En stiekem wil je haten, al m'n niggers hebben buit En mannen schreeuwen cheese, bij het flitsen van m'n ice Je weet ik ben een dief, maar voor jou doe ik die grind Sit down pon mi cocky en ik show je more life De manier hoe je draait, zeg een nigga alright Girl I need you I need you to whine up on me I need you to whine up on me I need you to whine up on me Girl I need you I need you to whine up on me I need you to whine up on me I need you to whine up on me Nobody haffi know, say we're gon' fuck Ik heb die, ik heb die pussy on lock Ik ga je niet controllen, ik ben niet op dat Ik heb die, ik heb die pussy on lock Als je met me bent, zet je tellie op lock Ey, zet je tellie op lock Als ik met je ben, nobody haffi know Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

(Yo Chevi, Y Pree?) Yeah Aye Trust me you getting what you giving Look how I'm winning, love the way that I'm living, love the way how I spend it Riding round in that civic, and the windows all tinted and black Incase a nigga gone wack And niggas gone say they yo friend, but turning on ya like light switch It ain't right shit and they wonder why I'm like this Try to get me man i might diss, having niggas lookin lifeless Gave them chances after chances I gotta go do them wrong Won't be long for a map the city put the whole city on Yeah put the whole city on Ain't no one fucking with me I got em ducking the heat, I got them bitches be begging me please My niggas cut ya for free, I swear you niggas wouldn't last in the street Niggas don't rap shit and they cap shit imma put em to sleep Yeah they always wishing, yeah they always dissing Focus on the mission I ain't worry bout no bitches Man I'm with the gang homie You gone know my name homie Yeah i hear the chatter, better know i ain't the same homie Man I ain't the same homie, same homie Man i ain't the same homie ain't the same homie Why them niggas change on me, change on me Yeah them niggas change on me, yeah they change on me, yeah they change I ain't the same nigga from the gap, I ain't the same nigga from the trap Niggas they gotta know not the nigga that u knew before City of angels, but it's demon too man i swear that the city cold Family gone change too, tryna change you and they wonder why niggas poor Because it ain't goin they way, everything goin okay, imma be okay, just stay outta the way Cause when the music go up you gone be the main one shouting my name Cause niggas only show you love when they see the money and all of the fam Yeah they always wishing, yeah they always dissing Focus on the mission I ain't worry bout no bitches Man I'm with the gang homie You gone know my name homie Yeah i hear the chatter, better know i ain't the same homie Man I ain't the same homie, same homie Man i ain't the same homie ain't the same homie Why them niggas change on me, change on me Yeah them niggas change on me, yeah they change on me, yeah they change