[Lyric] Lock the Door (BtfNate)

[Intro]
Aye like
Aye fuck that shit
Like I'm finna whisper this whole song no cap
Haha
Shhh

[Verse 1]
Let's go
Now I fuck with model ho's
Remember back when I was broke
Now I rock Designer clothes
Might fuck that ho go beat her back
I heard she stay on Conley Road
Fuck around, might wipe her nose
After that then adios

[Chorus]
Ahh ahh (Shh, shh)
Aye what the fuck he on?
Ahh ahh (Shh, shh)
Grab that Glock, go lock the door
Ahh ahh (Shh, shh)
Aye what the fuck he on?
Ahh ahh (Shh, shh)
Grab that Glock, go lock the door
[Verse 2]
Your favorite shooter ain't kill none
Pop bottles he a pill junky
Hit the block and I'm still thuggin'
Since 8th grade I been gеtting money
Fuck niggas wanna see me dead (Why?)
Mе and his bitch fucking
He call her phone I was still boning
Ain't pulling out, bitch I sill nutted
Man what the fuck man?
God damn boy you still calling about this bitch
Lame ass nigga, boy I ain't worried 'bout this dirty ass bitch
Like you fuckin' trippin' nigga
The fuck
Keep me the Glock just to rock out
12 riding by gotta duck when the cops out
Just dipped to Clay Co, you know that's my home town
Fuck college nigga I really did drop out
On God
Bitch I'm on top now
Hop in the Coupe and I might let the top down
Been getting money ain't nothing to pop out
I know it's crazy, these bitches was hating on Nathan
But I give a fuck 'bout a thot mouth?
Niggas be talking like they doing something
But ain't really 'bout it
So nigga just watch out, pipe down
Before I start sending shots 'round
Up on the tooly that bitch ain't gon' calm down
I'm the same nigga that used to get bullied in school
'Cause a young nigga wore Aeropostale
Now it's Designer, a high fashion lifestyle
On God
[Chorus]
Ahh ahh (Shh, shh)
Aye what the fuck he on?
Ahh ahh (Shh, shh)
Grab that Glock, go lock the door
Ahh ahh (Shh, shh)
Aye what the fuck he on?
Ahh ahh (Shh, shh)
Grab that Glock, go lock the door