locking it

#dastir #cutyoface #lockingit #slyceya og, told me,hustle stay loy key/ dont listen to they hate and they never gonna fold me/ i aint t.i but mafucka u dont know me/ i aint never changed so it aint no old me/ goonz get involved ya mafuckin kids stop growing/ these cats cant come to the hood if they owe me/ so u go hard imma make your ass show me/ similar to a river cause my ass stay flowing/ alcohol got my liver cause i drink fortys/ eyes low from da dro burn me a stogie/ then its back to the block earn mo cheese/ moving so much dirt yea the pheens gonna o.d/ put the nikes in the wind if i see police/ im like a cranky baby mafuckaz cant hold me/ keep running out ya mouth here hold these/ you like a abandoned cattle ranch bitch u wants no beef/ if the left land u be wit no teeth/ how u da plug and aint ever had no keys/ smoking dro splifs, and cocking four fifths/ and cocky no shit, got this locked like fighting mathafuckin pit/ word to pat, lay cowards flat, wit my murder rap/ country boy turn maniac u nevver heard of that/ keep every word that i say inside my skull cap/ and break every tooth in ya mouth with a ballbat/ ill watch u fall flat, bragging bout ur diamonds and necklace come up off that/ before the whole scene turn red besides the chalk black/ forensics sweeping ya brain into a small bag/ cutyoface mafucka i rep that/ only by the grace of god i duck a toe tag/ like i said last verse pop shit mafucka hold that/