Lock Jaw Yung Bans

[Intro]
Smokin' on some shit, it smell like mustard, ayy, ayy
Gotta get that paper, that's a must, huh, ayy, yeah
He think he the shit, he gon' get flushed, ayy, ayy, ayy
Run up on them niggas, they get rushed, ayy, ayy
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy, money so long, so long

[Chorus]
Suck 'til you get lockjaw
Suck 'til you get lockjaw
La-la-la-la-lockjaw
La-la-la-la-lockjaw
She gon' blow the top off
She gon' blow the top off
Now this bitch got lockjaw
Now this bitch got lockjaw

[Verse 1]
Suck 'til you get lockjaw, ayy
Blow the top off, ayy
All these fuckin' broads, mayne
I feel like a rock star, ayy
Diamond dancin' on me
Flashin' like a cop car
Try to take my chain
Swear to God, you gon' get knocked off
Yeah, and your chain, it look like, corny
If a nigga sneak diss then I'ma rob him, ayy
Hit 'em in his brain, now he got trauma, ayy
We said fuck them little pistols
We got choppers, ayy
I said fuck them little pistols (Little pistols, little pistols)
We got rockets, ayy
She say she don't suck dick
Lil' bitch, stop the hate
She gon' do the gang
'Cause she poppin', ayy
Put her ass on camera
Now the bitch is tryna top it, we say