lockin in ft. GUTTA

(I'm from out the Gutta, middle finger, Zone 6)

She wanna slide down the top of the roof, with her friend in the back and that bitch go vroom

Niggas be hating, yes or no, that shit be so true, they don't need any help then they news

I gotta keep a bag on me, my niggas blood but my pockets be stuffed with the blues

I'm keeping Percocet on me, pop one of these when I feel like changing up the mood

Yeah, yeah

My momma think it's cool, she like I'm proud of him

My grandma ain't raise no fool, I bought my Glock in here

It's getting too hot, I had to tell 'em move, that perc be lockin in

Nigga was living wrong in the function, and that's why he died in it