"Ankle Lock" lyrics
Lancey Foux, Fimiguerrero & Len Lyrics
(I-I'm number 6)
Okay
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grrt)
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Huh, huh)
She tiptoed to me in a Cartier ankle lock (Ankle lock)
I tiptoe in the road, it feel like a anchor dropped (Baow)
I sit low in the Rolls, I got my ankles up (Sittin' low)
She dips lower and lower as soon as the bands go up
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grrt, ha, ha, ha)
I get to the cream (Yuh)
My hands, I'm ashin'
I'm countin' the cash up, the label's a lotion in me (Let's go)
My chain clang so damn loud (Ha)
It sounds like the toaster to me
I know that my mum ain't proud
I didn't go uni, I was shotting them Z's
Ch-Chain like me, neck zero degrees (Ha)
You niggas be beefin' your bitches, I wrestle the cash, WWE (Bitch)
I-I call a boy ankle sock
When I put on this fit, all these bitches can't see
Ca-Ca-Cartier ankle lock, Ba-Baltimore act like a ankle pop (Bitch)
I throw the cash, go thump
I'll slide on your bitch like an Insta dump (Ah)
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grraow, grraow)
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Huh, huh)
She tiptoed to me in a Cartier ankle lock (Ankle lock)
I tiptoe in the road, it feel like a anchor dropped (Baow)
I sit low in the Rolls, I got my ankles up (Sittin' low)
She dips lower and lower as soon as the bands go up
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Ankle lock, huh)
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Hol' on, uh)
Ankle lock, the racks go up and gyal see me, them pants gon' drop
Two things for certain, one is death, the other one, my gang on top (Yes)
I just hit Paris fashion week, spent ten racks on my pantalons (My pantalons)
I feel like I'm going blind, can't see no competition
Optician, put a lens on my eyes, the roads not stayin' the same
If you got a show, I'm sendin' my young boy 'round, he's bringin' me back a chain
Call me what you want, these niggas can call me sassy
These niggas can't call me a stain (Hol' on)
Who's the ones turning up London? (Us)
Overseas, I turn it to London (Us)
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grrt)
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Huh, huh)
She tiptoed to me in a Cartier ankle lock (Ankle lock)
I tiptoe in the road, it feel like a anchor dropped (Baow)
I sit low in the Rolls, I got my ankles up (Sittin' low)
She dips lower and lower as soon as the bands go up
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grrt)
Okay
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grrt)
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Huh, huh)
She tiptoed to me in a Cartier ankle lock (Ankle lock)
I tiptoe in the road, it feel like a anchor dropped (Baow)
I sit low in the Rolls, I got my ankles up (Sittin' low)
She dips lower and lower as soon as the bands go up
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grrt, ha, ha, ha)
I get to the cream (Yuh)
My hands, I'm ashin'
I'm countin' the cash up, the label's a lotion in me (Let's go)
My chain clang so damn loud (Ha)
It sounds like the toaster to me
I know that my mum ain't proud
I didn't go uni, I was shotting them Z's
Ch-Chain like me, neck zero degrees (Ha)
You niggas be beefin' your bitches, I wrestle the cash, WWE (Bitch)
I-I call a boy ankle sock
When I put on this fit, all these bitches can't see
Ca-Ca-Cartier ankle lock, Ba-Baltimore act like a ankle pop (Bitch)
I throw the cash, go thump
I'll slide on your bitch like an Insta dump (Ah)
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grraow, grraow)
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Huh, huh)
She tiptoed to me in a Cartier ankle lock (Ankle lock)
I tiptoe in the road, it feel like a anchor dropped (Baow)
I sit low in the Rolls, I got my ankles up (Sittin' low)
She dips lower and lower as soon as the bands go up
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Ankle lock, huh)
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Hol' on, uh)
Ankle lock, the racks go up and gyal see me, them pants gon' drop
Two things for certain, one is death, the other one, my gang on top (Yes)
I just hit Paris fashion week, spent ten racks on my pantalons (My pantalons)
I feel like I'm going blind, can't see no competition
Optician, put a lens on my eyes, the roads not stayin' the same
If you got a show, I'm sendin' my young boy 'round, he's bringin' me back a chain
Call me what you want, these niggas can call me sassy
These niggas can't call me a stain (Hol' on)
Who's the ones turning up London? (Us)
Overseas, I turn it to London (Us)
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grrt)
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Huh, huh)
She tiptoed to me in a Cartier ankle lock (Ankle lock)
I tiptoe in the road, it feel like a anchor dropped (Baow)
I sit low in the Rolls, I got my ankles up (Sittin' low)
She dips lower and lower as soon as the bands go up
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock
I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grrt)
