[Intro: YNG Vant]
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Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh (Don't lock)
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[Chorus: YNG Vant]
I got that bitch right on lock, uh
I got that bitch right on lock, uh
He can get hit with the dot, uh
Yeah, that boy gettin' popped, uh
Come to the gang you get shot, uh
And we got that n***a on watch, uh
Diamonds jus flooded the watch, uh
And we cook 'em up in a pot, I'm fucking that bitch 'cause that bitch is my thot
I'm liking her just 'cause she hot, I look at that ass I can tell that she squat
And yeah she getting the cock, I wore her out so she sleep on the cot
And I got the Glock with the dot, I'm making her wet so I need a mop

[Verse 1: YNG Vant]
Mop it up
Chop it up
They watching us, yeah
They flockin' us
They poppin' up
And top us up, yeah
And I know these bitches is crazy, yeah
Said she wantеd my baby, yeah
Told that bitch, "Uh, maybe," yeah
Sikе I ain't havin' no babies, yeah
I'm finna ball to my eighties, yeah
Send 'em to hell like he Hades, yeah
I know these n***as is shady, yeah
So I gotta move safely, yeah
I got the Glock it's on safety, yeah
Sike, I move like the Navy, yeah
Sike, I move like the Navy, yeah
That means I move kinda wavy, yeah
[Bridge: YNG Vant]
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[Verse 2: FNB Ace & YNG Vant]
Drop it, aye
Drop it, aye
She keep askin' when I'm gon' drop the tape
Just like you screamin', it's comin' bae
But I gotta lock it up right now, today
Put some more money inside of my safe
No more pocket money, had to get out them ways
As you can see I was born for this
Them n***as my sons, can't raise a new bitch
Got a big glocky and check out my wrist
You n***as be goin' down into Abyss
So heavenly so I ask god for the answers
All of these debts I can't go on a ransom
Bitches with makeup they lookin' like Marilyn Manson
Glad we online 'cause I hate giving pen and pencils
Don't try and play in my face like it's accidental
You keep on keepin' these secrets it's confidential
Confidential, had to leave she fuckin' up my mental
Yeah, I kill all these instrumentals
She said, "Vant can you keep it gentle?"
So I treat her just like a rental
She all in my head like some fuckin' Cantu
She give me that mouth, I ain't talkin' dental
She give me that mouth, I ain't talkin' dental
[Chorus: YNG Vant]
I got that bitch right on lock, uh
I got that bitch right on lock, uh
He can get hit with the dot, uh
Yeah, that boy gettin' popped, uh
Come to the gang you get shot, uh
And we got that n***a on watch, uh
Diamonds jus flooded the watch, uh
And we cook 'em up in a pot, uh

[Outro]
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