Lyrics Got It On - Wilx

Got It On

Got it on lock
Keep it in stock
Steady switching up spots
Running rentals all winter, summertime get hot
Gotta pull out the drop
Nigga got drip got drop
Niggas switched up, flip flop
Showing fake love, threw salt
Wilx like Silk, Oh it ain’t my fault
Wilx like silk, got game for a lame
Wilx want funds, give fuck bout fame
Hoes i dont know wanna give me brain
Call me by my IG name
Remember days was full of rain
Smoking by my windowpane
Now i be living out my dreams
Look out the window on the plane
Feels good to be traveling
I’m throwed like a javelin
I got the sauce wit no additives
Nigga the trap is my habitat
Walk in this bitch and inhibit it
You feeling froggy then ribbit then
Giving my niggas the game
It’d be lame to prohibit them
Niggas doing shit for a show like pimp my ride
You like Xzibit is
The morals and shit that we stand for
You can’t exhibit this, you can’t get rid of this
Nothing as sick as this, this is like Hepititus
Locked in like a hypnotist
Sound like i’m singing them hymnals
Locked in 'cuz i want me some M & M’s
Got it on lock
Got it on
Got it on
Got it on lock
Had to switch up the spot
Summertime had to pull out the drop
Got it on lock
Got it on
Got in on lock
Got it on lock
Keep it in stock
Steady switching up spots
Running rentals all winter, summertime get hot
Gotta pull out the drop
Nigga got drip got drop
Niggas switched up, flip flop
Showing fake love, threw salt
Wilx like Silk, Oh it ain’t my fault