Lyrics Lockbox - Silas Price

No more feelings on this shit bro

I just put my heart in a lockbox
Focus on my time like a stopwatch
Closed off, I don't really talk, talk
Bitch, I'm about to make the block hot

I just put my heart in a lockbox
I been going through a lot, lot
Bitch only crying cause she got caught
She was the one, that's what I thought
I'm always aiming for the top spot
On the rebound like the shot block
Hoe crossed the line like a hopscotch
Then wanna act like it's my fault
(So, I) just put my heart in the lockbox
(Fire Sign) You know I'm about to make the block hot
Why you always wearing what I got? (nosey ass)
I be deep up in my thoughts (wait!)
Had to make sure that the Glock cocked
I just put my heart in a lockbox
Bad lil bitch, panties on, in the crop top
Wearing high socks, lil baby get my rocks off
She ain't want a nigga til the money and I got locs
She sending nudes, and I save it to my Dropbox
Me and Lucky7 been trapping off the hot spot
It's about to go down like it was a drop top
Been cooking up like a crock pot
Drop shipping, flip shit like Alibaba
That nigga a joke, Matt Rife go 'knock, knock'
Hoe get left on read, get a dot dot (dot)
Wish a nigga would like a dry rot
So, I

Just put my heart in a lockbox
(I just put my heart in a lockbox)
Shawty only mad that she got caught
(Shawty only mad that she got caught)
On the rebound like a shot block
(On the rebound like a shot block)
She ain't want me til I got locs
(She ain't want me til I got locs)

Love a bitch who give slop top
Gave me head up in Walmart
(Aisle seven)
I'm only mad that we got caught
(For real!)
We had to move to the side lot
(Skkkr! Damn)
What's her name? I forgot!
Ambitious, young, and she's so smart
She's going so far
Old nigga only had drive like a go-kart
Tortoise and the Hare, who care about a slow start?
Got flat lines, I can tell you got no heart
King or a Joker? Let's pull a nigga hoe card
Pussy little nigga, gotta check his flow chart
No flow, no bars, no hoes, no cars
Plate getting full, but I still act so starved
I can go hours, catalogue be so large
Nigga, I'm still getting paid off the old bars
Can't lie, sometimes, I'm feeling like I'm Mozart
Bond out of jail, got my car at the tow yard
Ever since then, your boy had to go hard
Can't trust no one, I been so scarred
So that's why I
Am locked in, cloud nine, like a hotbox
Run a nigga down like a shot clock
That's why I

I just put my heart in a lock box
I just put my heart in a lock box
Been locked in, cloud nine, like a hotbox
Run a nigga down like a shot clock
Been locked in, locked-
Been locked in, cloud nine, like a hotbox
Run a nigga down like a shot clock