Video On Lock de Bizzy Banks 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

Bizzy Banks - On Lock Lyrics

On Lock Bizzy Banks Track 1 on GMTO Vol. 2 (Get Money Take Over) 
Produced byNonzo Beatz

3 Contributors On Lock Lyrics[Intro]
Grrah, grrah-grrah
Yo Nonzo, turn this up
Get money
Bizzy
Uh, grrah
Grrah-grrah, boom
Keepin' that
Uh

[Verse]
They know I don't smoke, but if an opp die (Grrah)
I'm rollin' niggas just for fun (Grrah-grrah)
If you mentionin' Drizzy, walk wit' your gun (Facts)
If you don't, that just mean you dumb (Stupid)
Gotta be on point on my sides, if you don't take a charge you can't be in my ride (My ride)
And if you think I'm playin', nigga, look in my eyes (My eyes)
Ain't pop in a minute, this shit got me fried (Facts)
If I shine, you shine, nigga we shine (We shine)
She callin' my phone, but I'm hittin' decline (Decline)
She told me that she done, I sent her the peace sign
And if a bitch friendly, then she can't be mine (At all)
Wait, who playin' the opps in this shit?
How you ain't know we was beefin'? (What?) We droppin' they shit (Like)
If they drive through the hood, then I'm flockin' the whip (Grrah)
If they throw a party, we stoppin' the shit (Grrah-grrah)
I got a bad lil' thorough bitch, light skin yellow bitch (Yellow bitch)
With or without me, she good like Melo, bitch (Melo, bitch)
You ain't got no bodies, but your name is still celibate (Celibate)
Why you on the block all day? You ain't sellin' shit (You ain't sellin' nun)
Up in Bel-Air, rockin' Hellstar
COVID-19, I don't dap, I give head nods (Head nods, like)
I know one bitch that suck dick for some AirPods (Haha)
Prolly think I'm cappin', I'm not
I'll bring her to the block, she bad wit' no bready, that bitch cute and popped
She wanna drink and scream all day, she a thot (Thot)
I don't know 'bout y'all, but I got it on lock
Every time that I drop, got the haters on hots (Hots)
If a nigga move Wock, all you hear is a— (Grrah)
Put that boy in the sky, said you think he a— (Star)
Nigga wanna be famous, we could make him a— (Pah)
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Like, look
I'm a demon, I ain't gotta explain (Facts)
Can't a nigga talk bad 'bout my name, I put on for myself
Nigga, fuck is a gang? (Gang)
What you got in your stash, prolly put on my chain (Stupid)
Just 'cause you got bread, don't mean you ain't lame
L's become normal, nigga, charged to the game
First time in the booth, I just started spittin' flame
Ever since I got lit, they just want me to change
But I'm still in the streets, niggas know it's real when it's beef (Real when it's beef)
So you niggas better chill on the beats
Don't be mad when the feds go sweep (Sweep)
They be tryna say music be the reason he deceased ('ceased)
But don't think that it's sweet
Niggas still hoppin' out the Jeeps (Ha, grrah)
So you better move wit' a technique (Grrah-grrah), just in case niggas creep
You know these niggas playin' for keeps, I know lil' niggas spinnin' for weeks (Like)You might also like