Locksmith - Intellectual

[Hook]

Real robberies, I done did that

Pulling skits, where was you at?

Broke shit, we don’t do that

We don’t sell, we buy new straps

Torch n****s like lighters

I’m adding fuel to the fire

My homie in a cell with a shank like he Michael Myers

Clear, I’m what n****s envy

Grown, but his pockets empty

Just left two bad hoes reading messages about how they miss me

If you know like they know then you know that I pop shit

I be breaking into homes, I’m threezy the locksmith

Know I’m young and turnt, I be rocking a bust Rolliе

You ain’t ever shot shit, I’m respеcted, a known trophy

I’m everything they not, I’m who these n****s pretend to be

I be gassed up when they see me, I’m keeping my energy

Rock-a-bye baby, this perc got me nodding

If you ask why he don’t like me, he gon’ tell you I robbed him

I mixed the Lanvin shirt with the Hellstar sweats

Bitches see Mr. Chilli, get to holding they breath

Left my last bitch, she no longer meet my standards

Sipping Wock with my pinky out, showing maestro my manners

I don’t want no X, bitch, I’m a real perc popper

I know I’m famous but this chopper the showstopper

With these Versace glasses on I can’t see no poor bitch

Heard a n**** broke, if he want money, take a risk

Money counter, I’m counting this shit by hand

Move the whole load, I ain’t selling by grams