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Intro: Hotboy Wes & Gucci Mane
Lock it up, lock it up
Microwave, microwave, microwave
Mop it up, mop it up Uh
Do my lil' dance with this ho, you hear Well, damn
Crack my shit on this ho Go

Verse 1: Hotboy Wes & Gucci Mane
They got me crackin' my shit Damn
If you in the trenches, they trap with a stick On God
They lock me up and they shackle my wrist
I slept on a mat, now I'm back in the mix On God
You ain't no savage, don't lie to me, nigga
I'm from the apartments, my heart in the trenches
Catch me in traffic, a 'Rari, I'm whippin' Skrrt, Skrrt
And I'm scratchin' off like a lottery ticket On God
You told on your dawg, that's a scar on your image Bitch
The longer the story, the shorter your sentence
Most of these niggas gon' do that
Go put a hole in his two X Boom, boom
I came up from nothin', I'm straight out the gutter
You niggas can't go where I grew at Same street
I fuck on your ho and you knock on the door
You know I'ma holler out, Who that Like who that is
I bring that bitch to your doorbell
Louis V signs on my coat tale
I used to trap out a motel
Niggas be hatin', but, oh well
Under my coat where the tool at Tool at
If you want smoke, we can do that On God
And it ain't no smoke 'cause I blew that Blew that
Ayy, look how he dance, how he do that Do that

Chorus: Hotboy Wes & Gucci Mane
Look out, lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance
That ain't my dick, that's a stick in my pants Huh
I took a risk to get this on my hand
That my lil' stepper, he click on demand
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up Mop it up
Microwave, microwave, microwave Trap
Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up Trap
12-gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up Shot 'em up, boom
Look out, lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance Word
That ain't my dick, that's a stick in my pants Baow
I took a risk to get this on my hands
That my lil' stepper, he click on demand On God
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up It's Gucci
Microwave, microwave, microwave Huh
Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up Trap
12-gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up Baow

Verse 2: Gucci Mane
Look at my diamonds, they do a lil' dance Argh
Ice on my neck and my wrist and my hands Bling
Bust down the face and then bust the band Argh
Then bust on her face, I just fucked on a fan Wow
Fuck you and your man, y'all get popped like a Xan' Argh
Got heat on my waist, I could give 'em a tan Argh
I love my lil' hitters, they click on demand Love
Ayy, free my young niggas, let them out the can For real
Play with Big Wop and you know it gon' go down
People don't trust me, they know that I'm low down Low down
I was fucked up on my dick, down to four pounds
Now we move bricks and hit licks like a Zoe Pound
I'm making 'em feel it, I'm black as a skillet
Buy Wes a new pendant, let's spend it, let's spend it Spend it
Can't take this shit with you, I got it, I get it
I live in a mansion, grew up in the trenches Wow
Niggas be hating, I get it, they still in their feelings
Get found by some niggas who's fishing
All the subliminal dissing can't blemish my image
I'm ballin' like I play for Clemson Ballin'
Niggas try to ride on my wave 'cause I'm kosher like savings
Brand new Phantom, I paint it crimson Huh
I spent like eighty thou' on my Bart Simpson Wop
Straight at the top, ain't no pad or no pencils It's Gucci

Chorus: Hotboy Wes
Look out, lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance
That ain't my dick, that's a stick in my pants
I took a risk to get this on my hand
That my lil' stepper, he click on demand
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up Mop it up
Microwave, microwave, microwave Trap
Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up Trap
12-gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up Shot 'em up, boom
Look out, lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance Word
That ain't my dick, that's a stick in my pants Baow
I took a risk to get this on my hands
That my lil' stepper, he click on demand On God
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up Mop it up
Microwave, microwave, microwave Microwave
Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up Trap
12-gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up Baow