On Lock (Fuck Yo Couch)

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse]
Cut the vacuum seal, let the odor out
My white boy just sold twenty 'bows out a mobile house
Shot the .308, fuck around, threw my shoulder out
Mike got a 41, he said he finna blow it out
I just sold some shit in third person, made a large amount
Made twenty bands in a day, it was hard to count
My bitch don't like me drinkin' lean, I drunk it anyway, all she did was pout
Niggas I don't fuck with on the daily comin' around, guess they chasin' clout
When, what, where? I never seen a drought
When they say that word, I don't know what the fuck they talkin' 'bout
Bitch said she love me, I don't know what the hell she talkin' 'bout
G-R-I-N-D Hard, that's without a doubt
Beat this bitch down, when we was fuckin', I made her shout it out
She said the dick was good, she went on Instagram and shouted me out
You got some red, well, I got some purple, we can swap it out
I heard you ain't run down on them niggas, you just shot the house
I feel like Rick James right now, nigga, fuck your couch
Bad bitch ain't make it to the bed, I fucked her on the couch
When I stuck my tip in, all I heard was, "Ouch"
My OGs tell me that I'm a bad mother— shut your mouth
Trippin', I just spent three hundred on a pair of socks
All these pussy-ass niggas dead, I need some brand-new opps
I got a lot of old money, but I got a brand-new Glock
Police kicked the door in twice, I still ain't change the spot
My old bitch still got my house keys, I need to change my locks
Bitch ain't seen me since I had a fade, she told me that she like my locs
I got this gun on my hip, we is not gon' box
Dig a hole sixteen feet and put him in a box
Got a gun, it ain't got no bodies, call it young chop
My cousins love me, they came all the way from Little Rock
My young niggas shot at the vice, they got the hood hot
[?][1:23] to Saginaw, that's the hood spot
The weed that I got from A1 got the hood on lock
Pour my drank in some juice, I quit usin' pop
Everybody say I need to slow down 'cause I use a lot
Your niggas ain't won in a minute, y'all lose a lot
Better wake up, don't snooze, 'fore you lose your spot
You ain't thinkin' with your mind, you gon' lose your top
I was sellin' methamphetamine when Coochie dropped
Man, I swear her pussy wet as hell, her coochie drop
Damn, that's too much coochie
Sold over a thousand pills when Jay went and made them songs with Uzi
I ain't seen one in a minute, but I'll use an Uzi
Stiff with my prices, hard to budge, you can never move me
I ain't gotta put it on a scale, you can never fool me
When you get to askin' for a front, that's when you always lose me
Told the cameraman, "Get some B-roll, 'cause my life a movie"
GrindHard, I be still grindin', long nights with Louie
Lately, I been coppin' Burberry, but I might buy Louis
Mug me at a light and it's gon' turn into a drive-by shooting
Niggas actin' like they got it, but they really boosting
Niggas actin' like they know somethin', but they really clueless
Tryna play me, then you gotta be more than a little stupid
Smoked all my A1, so I had to shop with Lil Stupid
Smoked all my A1, so I had to shop with Lil Stupid