Locked In (feat. Rey Otw, Dray1k & 1kQuan) Video (MV)

It's Rey Otw
Hatin ass niggas always tryna keep up
Speaking on the camp whole time they wanna be us
Everytime the opps try to slide I know it's D up
F*cked up the party with the gang you know we t'd up
Bape jacket but im rockin big B's on my feet
Five hundred for the shirt I just spent that on Celine
Seven hundred go to waste I just spent that on some jeans
If you wanna buy a pint you might as well hit up Day
If the boys get behind it I just take them on the chase
I f*ck around and hit they block but I ain't even use the brakes
We in the Zoo but we headin to Grand Rapids
Tray doin donuts f*cked up it got tragic
12 tried to pull us over we got boxed in
Everybody in this car silent man we locked in
I ain't talkin bout that dance when we slide we be moppin
Ona live talkin crazy nigga who the f*ck you poppin
I don't even gotta say it bitch you know my camp poppin
Make the chop beatbox when we spot em bitch we got em
Inat kitchen I get busy like my name Betty Crocker
Im to faded can't dap you like my name Speaker Knockerz
Feds tryna harass me nigga I don't know who shot em
You a old ass man hatin on me Mr.Crocker
Last nigga tried Rey f*cked around almost shot em
Last nigga tried Sam hopped out had to sock em
Where he at I'm on his ass I can't find him
When I find his ass I ain't talkin rappin let the Drake sign em
When James call Johnny on the spot bitch I got him
That nigga broke as hell went check out they declined en
The feds on bullshit got my brother one wanna indict em
If a nigga rat on gang catch his ass red dot em
It wasn't me that got his ass it was the hollow that had got em
Try me ima put my mans on yo bitch to one night her
This opp bitch tryna f*ck I'ma spin her
Lil nigga tryna rap for the cheese like he splinter
Why the f*ck is these niggas talkin pape they ain't gettin
Lil bitch tryna f*ck on the camp cause we winnin
You see the opps and you ain't throw a nigga call in
If you gotta play for some pape then I'm all in
Nigga broke got a dirty Glock shootin bald heads
Nigga I ain't into duckin rec I need em all dead
Really goin in innis bitch ain't no slowin down
If the bitch bad and I want her I'ma knock her down
Out the way Campboyz bitch run the whole town
Nigga don't speed down block or get blowed down
Bro I swear to God I ain't hit her cause she run her mouth
If the opps slide outside then I'm runnin out
Niggas talkin pape they ain't got heard they in a drought
I don't gang bang lil bitch you know I'm from the South
I made five four times that's a twenty piece
Ridin around lookin for a nigga tryna hoop with me
I can't be seen with you bitch so it's Uber Eats
Shot twenty three out this eleven like some Jubilees
Beat a nigga ass kicked him out he ain't got no place
Bitch tryna f*ck I'm at work hoe you gotta wait
Beatin up the road me and Rey just went out of state
Nigga all I want is the pape so get out my way
Countin money doin drugs I been in and out the way
I don't want the pussy no I'm just tryna walk into yo bank
Switchy got a appetite the way the bullets eat his face
And I can't get the Glock here so bitch I snuck in with the shank
Pint of red turned to brown because I left it open
Crashed the coupe and ran away on feet because the bitch was stolen
Strokin this wet coochie I can't lie might bust at any moment
Seen the opps from far away they had me hard scopin
Yop I just dropped the six of wock it got me actin different
Blow the opps with ARP sound like a tractor engine
Nigga you don't get pros you don't smack digits
You don't know about a hundred thousand you can't stack it nigga
If you really get the pape then you don't even gotta show me
Pray to God for the coochie on my mama this bitch holy
Niggas speakin on my name and they don't even really know me
Fade away and shoot like 8 up out the Glock but I ain't Kobe