Lockbox Lyrics

No more feelings on this shit bro

I just put my heart in a lockbox

Focus on my time like a stopwatch

Closed off, I don't really talk, talk

Bitch, I'm about to make the block hot

I just put my heart in a lockbox

I been going through a lot, lot

Bitch only crying cause she got caught

She was the one, that's what I thought

I'm always aiming for the top spot

On the rebound like the shot block

Hoe crossed the line like a hopscotch

Then wanna act like it's my fault

(So, I) just put my heart in the lockbox

(Fire Sign) You know I'm about to make the block hot

Why you always wearing what I got? (nosey ass)

I be deep up in my thoughts (wait!)

Had to make sure that the Glock cocked

I just put my heart in a lockbox

Bad lil bitch, panties on, in the crop top

Wearing high socks, lil baby get my rocks off

She ain't want a nigga til the money and I got locs

She sending nudes, and I save it to my Dropbox

Me and Lucky7 been trapping off the hot spot

It's about to go down like it was a drop top

Been cooking up like a crock pot

Drop shipping, flip shit like Alibaba

That nigga a joke, Matt Rife go 'knock, knock'

Hoe get left on read, get a dot dot (dot)

Wish a nigga would like a dry rot

So, I

Just put my heart in a lockbox

(I just put my heart in a lockbox)

Shawty only mad that she got caught

(Shawty only mad that she got caught)

On the rebound like a shot block

(On the rebound like a shot block)

She ain't want me til I got locs

(She ain't want me til I got locs)

Love a bitch who give slop top

Gave me head up in Walmart

(Aisle seven)

I'm only mad that we got caught

(For real!)

We had to move to the side lot

(Skkkr! Damn)

What's her name? I forgot!

Ambitious, young, and she's so smart

She's going so far

Old nigga only had drive like a go-kart

Tortoise and the Hare, who care about a slow start?

Got flat lines, I can tell you got no heart

King or a Joker? Let's pull a nigga hoe card

Pussy little nigga, gotta check his flow chart

No flow, no bars, no hoes, no cars

Plate getting full, but I still act so starved

I can go hours, catalogue be so large

Nigga, I'm still getting paid off the old bars

Can't lie, sometimes, I'm feeling like I'm Mozart

Bond out of jail, got my car at the tow yard

Ever since then, your boy had to go hard

Can't trust no one, I been so scarred

So that's why I

Am locked in, cloud nine, like a hotbox

Run a nigga down like a shot clock

That's why I

I just put my heart in a lock box

I just put my heart in a lock box

Been locked in, cloud nine, like a hotbox

Run a nigga down like a shot clock

Been locked in, locked-

Been locked in, cloud nine, like a hotbox

Run a nigga down like a shot clock