Bartbourne - Lock

I had to lock em up
I had to lock em up
Tell ‘em he gon fucked up
That nigga a bitch he a punk yea
He a dumbass he a junk yea
Throwing dots Andrew luck yea
Fuck that hoe I don’t give a fuck hey
Where was you before the fake love
I had to get it out the mud
Not a lot of niggas I can trust
Put that dirty in my cup
Got up 50 cent
I don’t pretend
Mya for the win
I’m wit dirty dan
Fucking 30 meant
Bitch where is my money you own me many grands
My bitch she posey she stay wit many 10’s
If you know my I only fuck wit pretty 10’s
My shit dirty, I got some vetemens
Yo shit ass takе off them dirty pants
I can’t talk just hit me when I land
Stay on my monеy I can tell she a dirty fan
I’m at the top I got some many plans
Nigga talk crazy we put ‘em in a can
Aye
That boy covered in muck
That nigga his bitch don’t give him no love