Correction Lyrics Locksmith by Young Curt

Back

Lyrics

Ayy
She f**k it up and I'ma, ayy, ayy
She f**k it up and I'ma, ayy (Traxamillion), word
Huh?
Huh? Ayy
Ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, a lot of guap in this b*t*h
She f**k it up and I'ma throw a knot in this b*t*h
Some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b*t*h
You n***as cuffin' hoes like some cops in this b*t*h
f**k a patdown, we got Glocks in this b*t*h
All drumsticks, we don't f**k with stock clips
I got a hard d**k, b*t*h, come and top this
Whole gang full of shooters, all of 'em drop sh*t

n***as cuffin' hoes on some cop-ass sh*t
Police-ass n***a, need to stop that sh*t
Ho ain't tryna pay me, I'ma block that b*t*h
Try to set me up and I'll pop this b*t*h
Got a big knot, but I'm not no trick
Always keep some hoes, I ain't never thot-less
Old b*t*h left, now her ass ain't got sh*t
I ain't gotta work, 'cause I'm on some boss sh*t
I ain't got a job, but a n***a steady workin'
Back in high school, I was f**kin' all the virgins
I don't buy no flights, and I don't buy no purses
But what I made today, I could've went and bought a Birkin
n***as cashin' out on these hoes, it ain't worth it
b*t*h caught me f**kin' on her sister, I ain't perfect
First night, I could hit a b*t*h without flirtin'
Super soakin' hoes, couple posts got 'em squirtin'

She f**k it up and I'ma throw a knot in this b*t*h
Some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b*t*h
You n***as cuffin' hoes like some cops in this b*t*h
f**k a patdown, we got Glocks in this b*t*h
She f**k it up and I'ma throw a knot in this b*t*h
Some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b*t*h
You n***as cuffin' hoes like some cops in this b*t*h
f**k a patdown, we got Glocks in this b*t*h

She f**kin' with the kid, I'm comin' with hot sh*t
Plugged on them keys, I'm f**kin' with the locksmith
Trap full of b*t*hes, my hoes be topless
Never catch a n***a lackin', my Glocks hold chopsticks
Never catch me lackin', I'm thuggin' with chopsticks
Huh? Your b*t*h a thot, a thot b*t*h
Money on my mind, I'm 'bout my guap, b*t*h
If you ain't talkin' guap, then kick some rocks, b*t*h

Ayy, Mr. kick the b*t*h out, I'm not cuffin' (I'm not cuffin')
Give a b*t*h the middle fingers if she not f**kin' (No)
I don't wanna conversate about nothin' (b*t*h)
Like a kid, b*t*h, I need my chicken McNuggets
If the bread ain't right, we can't make a toast
She don't even like talkin', but she givin' throat (Thot)
I don't even like talkin', b*t*h, adios (Bye)
After I hit, I'ma dip like Dorito
You ain't Big Worm, b*t*h, I need my chili Frito (b*t*h, I need my chili Frito)
Gang in this b*t*h if a n***a think he Deebo (n***a think he Deebo)
Everybody grippin' on poles like a freak ho (Freak)
Play with me, it's fair game, but I'm like a cheat code
Like a pig with a wig, you a cop, boy (You a cop, boy)
Like you ain't the same as me, you an opp, boy (You an opp)
Like the coupe, you finna lose your top
I'm a n***a in these streets, you is not, boy (Not, boy)

She f**k it up and I'ma throw a knot in this b*t*h
Some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b*t*h
You n***as cuffin' hoes like some cops in this b*t*h
f**k a patdown, we got Glocks in this b*t*h
Got a big knot, but I'm not no trick
Some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b*t*h
Ayy, Mr. kick the b*t*h out, I'm not cuffin'
f**k a patdown, we got Glocks in this b*t*h (Traxamillion)

music video

Your name will be published. Leave fields blanks to remain anonymous.