Locked out! - Intellectual

Hey, all of these niggas my clones

Come get your girl, she callin' my phone

I gotta wock, poured it in a foam

.556, aiming at your dome

All my diamonds be hittin for real

And she callin' my phone, cause she just want a thrill

And I got me a chop, I'm ready to kill

And I pop me a perc, I just pop me a pill

I'm stackin' this money, I feel like Shaquille

And I'm sippin' on Wocky, I brought me the seal

I got gang on my back, cause you know it get real

And I cut her off, so she know how it feel

And I cut him off, cause he didn't know the deal

And I just want the money, I just want the bill

And I just want the M, yeah, I just want the mill

Ain't worriеd about dyin', I just wanna live

I tell them I'm rеady to rock out

She want my heart, but she locked out

I'm in the SRT and the car loud

Yeah, he not what he talkin' bout

You don't want me to go pop out

Clean up crew, yeah, I bring the mops out

They all hide when I bring chops out

If he talk, then he get chopped down

Already know what I'm sayin'

Yeah, no, I ain't playin

All these niggas, they be hatin'

All these niggas, they be chasin

Get on the floor, kick on your door, yeah, you get walked down

Yeah, she want my heart, but you gon' get locked out