[Hook- Locksmith]

Been stressing out too much
Swear that all this money that I make is not enough
Just let me take that puff
These bitches running game with a lot of drugs
Still feel like I'm the chosen one
Even though my soul is numb
Not giving in I'm holding on
You're not fucking with me hey
You're not fucking with me nah
No way no way
No way no way
You're not fucking with me
No way no way
No way no way
You're not fucking with me
No way no way
No way no way
You're not fucking with me
No way no way
No way no way
You're not fucking with me


[Verse 1- Leo Swervv]
Ey ey
I was gambling with the devil
I was channeling my isms
I was standing in the middle
Inside a parallel of wisdom
"Flausing"
And a fraction of some bitches
"Saucing"
Getting active with my n***a's
"Lost in"
All these maculate decisions
Slowly passing round the swishes
She holy
But that ass full of demons
Need the cash so we're scheming
Mama said chasing women a distraction
Making moves with just my fraction
Kinda vacant tryna quit this 9 to 5
Need some patience kinda fixing up my life
Need condoms for all of these problems
Fuck it we rolling up something
Shandis they know that we're coming
Funded at all of these functions
Uuuuuh mama pray for your lost one
In a daze for some days tryna plot some'
Itching my palms thinking out loud
That means
That means
I'm mixing an ounce with my thoughts
Wishing my conscious restores
Drinking on something when torn
Picking out roudiest thots
Filling the transi with broads
Triggers for cowards galore
Wrist counting hours to blow
[Hook - Locksmith]
Been stressing out too much
Swear that all this money that I make is not enough
Just let me take that puff
These bitches running game with a lot of drugs
Still feel like I'm the chosen one
Even though my soul is numb
Not giving in I'm holding on
You're not fucking with me hey
You're not fucking with me nah
No way no way
No way no way
You're not fucking with me
No way no way
No way no way
You're not fucking with me

[Verse 2 - $Kiiiwalker]
I'm slowly losing patience with you
Im loading up the mag
Tell me what's the issue
I won't even let it drag
I ain't with the custumes
But if I Gat one in the hand
Than that pistol functions
Grab some bodies ina bag that's my only hustle
When you're plotting on these n***as gatta keep it subtle
I drop shit then they catch feelings
Man get a tissue
I'm sure you know when I kick it I don't plan to miss you
I'm a trained assassin
And when I'm passing I leave 'em gasping
You'd think I'm gassing
My street record like coca cola
The way I'm branded
I'm more for action you N***as acting  you need protection
Just might go savage and pop a xannax and do some damage
Take your medi and make her vanish into my palace
Ask your bitch what she see in me
She'll say what I'm packing
I stay stacking the most
I showboat on the flow
Ona wave man I float
Not swag dripping I'm soaked
I Been moving that load
Break bread with a toast
With the heat man I'm cold
Tell the cops than I'm ghost
Hit a spliff then I zone
They try to fuck with my soul
Just pray the kuffy don't fold
This is God in a mould
[Hook- Locksmith]

Been stressing out too much
Swear that all this money that I make is not enough
Just let me take that puff
These bitches running game with a lot of drugs
Still feel like I'm the chosen one
Even though my soul is numb
Not giving in I'm holding on
You're not fucking with me hey
You're not fucking with me nah
No way no way
No way no way
You're not fucking with me
No way no way
No way no way
You're not fucking with me
No way no way
No way no way
You're not fucking with me