[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 sh*t on this ho (Go)
[Verse 1: Hotboy Wes & Gucci Mane]
They got me crackin' my sh*t (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, ni**a
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 (b*tch)
The longer the story, the shorter your sentence
Most of these ni**as 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 ni**as can't go where I grew at (Same street)
I fu*k on your ho and you knock on the door
You know I'ma holler out, "Who that?" (Like who that is?)
I bring that b*tch to your doorbell
Louis V signs on my coat tale
I used to trap out a motel
ni**as 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 fu*ked on a fan (Wow)
fu*k 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 ni**as, 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 fu*ked 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 sh*t with you, I got it, I get it
I live in a mansion, grew up in the trenches (Wow)
ni**as be hating, I get it, they still in their feelings
Get found by some ni**as who's fishing
All the subliminal dissing can't blemish my image
I'm ballin' like I play for Clemson (Ballin')
ni**as 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)