[Chorus]
If I fall off, I'ma kill myself
I feel just like Yeat, yeah, here's a bell
I quit making beats, 'cause they don't fucking sell
And I heard your pockets standing small just like an elf
Yeah, I fuck with God, me and Him are locked in
I keep my blicky tucked as soon as I walk in
I'm talking to some spirits, bruh, this shit is so haunted
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm balling hard like I am a testicle
Scammed a white boy, gave him a fake edible
Bitch, I'm balling hard like I am a testicle
And y'all switching up for the cheese like some hamsters
She said she gon' keep me on thе side for the guap
But I don't got no guap, are you fucking dumb?
I don't got no monеy, I'm a fucking bum
Heard you down bad in the crib, sipping on some fucking rum
[Chorus]
If I fall off, I'ma kill myself
I feel just like Yeat, yeah, here's a bell
I quit making beats, 'cause they don't fucking sell
And I heard your pockets standing small just like an elf
Yeah, I fuck with God, me and Him are locked in
I keep my blicky tucked as soon as I walk in
I'm talking to some spirits, bruh, this shit is so haunted
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm hungry for some fame, bruh, I just want it
Yeah, hop up on the mic, then I talk my shit
I know they hella mad, 'cause I fucking talk my shit
Just like EDP, you know they fucking with the kid
Heard his latest track, oh my God, that shit was mid
Bitch, I'm balling hard like I am a testicle
Scammed a white boy, gave him a fake edible
Bitch, I'm balling hard, testicular cancer
And y'all switching up for the cheese like some hamsters
She said she gon' keep me on the side for the guap
But I don't got no guap, are you fucking dumb?
I don't got no money, I'm a fucking bum
Heard you down bad in the crib, sipping on some fucking rum
Locked In was written by 315wash.
Locked In was produced by Frustration (Producer).