Beijing

[Intro: Big Yaya]
(I’ll love you forever Syd)
Locked out
Plug tryna pass me the keys like I'm locked out
Plug tryna pass me the keys like I'm locked out
Plug tryna pass me the keys

[Chorus: Big Yaya]
(Ya, Yaya)
Plug tryna pass me the keys like I'm locked out
When I iced the wrist, I don't clock out
Got dirty opps, gotta bring the mop out
Unit locked, I gotta hop out
I was burnin' pots inside my pops house
[?] from down South
Told myself that this the last route, 'til I cash out
I'ma fuck her 'til she pass out
Then leave it in her mouth
Plug don't even know I crossed 'em by the way I'm in and out
Told myself that I'ma make it even though a nigga doubt

[Verse 1: Shawny Binladen]
Bitch said she got the drop, I told her "spit it out"
Momma found the Glocky and she told me "get it out"
I need Runtz, I need Wock, man, I make 'em ship it out
Bitch, I'm from the Woods and we ain't never seen a drought
Step up in the trap, I throw the shawty on the couch
Damn that māthā good, she fit a Glocky in her mouth
Step up in the spot, it's Yellow Papi in the house
Fuckin' all these bitches, gettin' wocky in the house
Hit 'em wit' the Glocky, catch a body, then I'm out
Glocky got a laser, catch a figi, hit his scalp
Oh yeah, and they use my name for clout
Knew I was gon' make it, I ain't never had a doubt
Oh yeah, and I came up from a ounce
Know that pussy good the way she make her booty bounce

[Verse 2: Four50]
Uh, caught him on his route and put that boy up in a [?], yeah
Free Big 2, he sendin' cheeseburgers in and out
Bro got caught a quarter milli bail and tryna put his house
If I say I drop the kids off then I left 'em in her mouth
I be clutchin' when I hop out, I don't need it in no pouch
How you let that lil bitch lie to you when she walk around wit' [?]
Heard your daddy was a rat and I ain't fuckin' wit' no mouse
I been married to the game, so I ain't lookin' for no spouse
When I don't go fuck lil baby, she gon' call me, she gon' pout
All this water on me, make a nigga neck look like a spout
How much times you read this shit and still don't know what it's about
Never lazy, working, but we got potatoes in the couch

[Verse 3: Big GLTAOW]
Kick door gang, we takin' 'em out
Shooters on court, don't need no scout
GLTAOW, you know my traphouse bounce
Pushin' these Ps, can't get no ounce
Brand new 30, it's tucked in the couch
Staining the plug, I'm in and I'm out
Doin' the dash, go and check on the route
Spin the block, might slide to your house
GLTAOW
Big GLTAOW

[Chorus: Big Yaya]
(Ya, Yaya)
Plug tryna pass me the keys like I'm locked out
When I iced the wrist, I don't clock out
Got dirty opps, gotta bring the mop out
Unit locked, I gotta hop out
I was burnin' pots inside my pops house
[?] from down South
Told myself that this the last route 'til I cash out
I'ma fuck her 'til she pass out
Then leave it in her mouth
Plug don't even know I crossed 'em by the way I'm in and out
Told myself that I'ma make it even though a nigga doubt