Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Look, light a spliff up
You know a nigga ain't smokin' it for the pictures
Section Boyz and Breezy in VIP
We gettin' money and we 'bout to snatch your bitch up
Go figure, OHB, ain't no broke niggas
I see her poppin' them pills, I let her roll with us
She say she wanted to chill, I let her smoke with us
I put my dick in and feel like a fuckin' bow hit her
Damn girl, I know your nigga mad
Cause now he gotta buy a bigger bag
Diamond rings and poppin' tags
And you still gon' cheat with your bitch ass, haha
They callin' me crazy
You know a nigga really got some screws loose
Yeah, but come try to play
I got 100 killers on the other end of this Bluetooth
[Hook: Inch]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and bash it
[Verse 2: Littlez]
Man mash then dash it
Get cash, I stack and splash it
Get brick on thick, I'll smash it
Bad B, she dash, not flash it
Naughty, she call me papi
Early morning, I get trappy
Dirty, that girl here trashy
Can't smoke with man she's ashy
War time, move black, no khaki
Them boy just foolin' fasty
Too sharp, nah them can't style me
Step in the club in my trackies
Man put that girl in a taxi
She get down low on my lappy
Foreign jawns when I grab weed
Tell her run and make it snappy
[Verse 3: Sleeks]
Reebok, classic
Tracksuit with a package
Sip lock plus a mattik
Bang bang, make you back flip
Jar jar full of herbs
Bad bitches and curves
Swag surfin', got the whip skrrtin'
Section Boyz, that's the word
Never see me with a dead ting
No, big spliff make your head spin
London boy in a London ting
Man a act bad but they run from him
Tracksuit, hat and a T, phone bling
Run through pack onto a next ting
Grip it, dash it
Run up, clap it
Gang gang gang on the warla ting
[Hook: Inch]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The show dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it
[Verse 4: Swift]
My ting, the maddest
Ring ring, you have it?
Stink brick in the attic
Watch bro whip it in Hannas
All my bitches got manners
Linky link, love the mandem
Switch the sim at random
Bling bling, man's flashin'
Where you comin' from? Hattons
Your ting keeps attin'
Kinda embarrasin'
Dash a pussy like a javelin
Do it in the house I'm trappin' in
Like oh oh, when I'm mashin' it
She from 4, 4, but she travellin'
And when I'm in the squad, what's happenin'?
[Verse 5: Deepee]
Light it, rass it
If it's akh, I'll pass it
Them man are all soft, them targets
I'll take a man's pack, go home and laugh it
Off like a bastard, man's charged up
If you tryna see a nigga, man's chargin'
Fuck your family tree
We got a family trees in man's garden
I got grams of trees, but who's askin'?
Not a car but keys get me started
I put my palm on trees like I'm Tarzan
Man's calm but try and harm my Gs and you'll starfish
Body work, body work, body work
Break a leg, roof smellin' like armpits
Little tooly tool, I'm still bossy
They talk the talk but man walk it
[Hook: Inch]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and dash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and dash it
[Hook: Inch] Lock it Rise and pop it The shoe dem sharp The flow, dem classic You see the flow, eh dog? You have to pull it and dash it Any how she come suh She have to grip it and dash it Lock it Rise and pop it The shoe dem sharp The flow, dem classic You see the flow, eh dog? You have to pull it and dash it Any how she come suh She have to grip it and dash it [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Look, light a spliff up You know a nigga ain't smokin' it for the pictures Section Boyz and Breezy in VIP We gettin' money and we 'bout to snatch your bitch up Go figure, OHB, ain't no broke niggas I see her poppin' them pills, I let her roll with us She say she wanted to chill, I let her smoke with us I put my dick in and feel like a fuckin' bow hit her Damn girl, I know your nigga mad Cause now he gotta buy a bigger bag Diamond rings and poppin' tags And you still gon' cheat with your bitch ass, haha They callin' me crazy You know a nigga really got some screws loose Yeah, but come try to play I got 100 killers on the other end of this Bluetooth [Hook: Inch] Lock it Rise and pop it The shoe dem sharp The flow, dem classic You see the flow, eh dog? You have to pull it and dash it Any how she come suh She have to grip it and bash it [Verse 2: Littlez] Man mash then dash it Get cash, I stack and splash it Get brick on thick, I'll smash it Bad B, she dash, not flash it Naughty, she call me papi Early morning, I get trappy Dirty, that girl here trashy Can't smoke with man she's ashy War time, move black, no khaki Them boy just foolin' fasty Too sharp, nah them can't style me Step in the club in my trackies Man put that girl in a taxi She get down low on my lappy Foreign jawns when I grab weed Tell her run and make it snappy [Verse 3: Sleeks] Reebok, classic Tracksuit with a package Sip lock plus a mattik Bang bang, make you back flip Jar jar full of herbs Bad bitches and curves Swag surfin', got the whip skrrtin' Section Boyz, that's the word Never see me with a dead ting No, big spliff make your head spin London boy in a London ting Man a act bad but they run from him Tracksuit, hat and a T, phone bling Run through pack onto a next ting Grip it, dash it Run up, clap it Gang gang gang on the warla ting [Hook: Inch] Lock it Rise and pop it The show dem sharp The flow, dem classic You see the flow, eh dog? You have to pull it and dash it Any how she come suh She have to grip it and dash it [Verse 4: Swift] My ting, the maddest Ring ring, you have it? Stink brick in the attic Watch bro whip it in Hannas All my bitches got manners Linky link, love the mandem Switch the sim at random Bling bling, man's flashin' Where you comin' from? Hattons Your ting keeps attin' Kinda embarrasin' Dash a pussy like a javelin Do it in the house I'm trappin' in Like oh oh, when I'm mashin' it She from 4, 4, but she travellin' And when I'm in the squad, what's happenin'? [Verse 5: Deepee] Light it, rass it If it's akh, I'll pass it Them man are all soft, them targets I'll take a man's pack, go home and laugh it Off like a bastard, man's charged up If you tryna see a nigga, man's chargin' Fuck your family tree We got a family trees in man's garden I got grams of trees, but who's askin'? Not a car but keys get me started I put my palm on trees like I'm Tarzan Man's calm but try and harm my Gs and you'll starfish Body work, body work, body work Break a leg, roof smellin' like armpits Little tooly tool, I'm still bossy They talk the talk but man walk it [Hook: Inch] Lock it Rise and pop it The shoe dem sharp The flow, dem classic You see the flow, eh dog? You have to pull it and dash it Any how she come South She have to grip it and dash it Lock it Rise and pop it The shoe dem sharp The flow, dem classic You see the flow, eh dog? You have to pull it and dash it Any how she come South She have to grip it and dash it Explain Request ×
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