Locked In (feat. F S Rudy)
You already know I'm finna walk
All over this. Soul
I'm back in that mode
Fucking these ho's
You know how I do I get it n go
Can't fuck with a lot of these niggas
I peep that a lot of these niggas be ho's
Deadass though
Ran up a bag I'm on they ass
I know they mad but I do the dash
They hoping I crash fuck'em
Fuck what they saying I know how to move
N bitch Ima goat can't go back to broke
I got them in scope n I got them Locked In
Fuck where you goin'
Shots to your head don't send threats over text
They gone read the whole thread these niggas be fed
Better replay what I said aye he made his own bed
A nigga gone die can't handle all the pressure jitt gone apply
You can't cap me down I seen pussy it was all in his eyes
Aye he talked out his neck, they lit up his block
Got knocked out his socks, they say that he snitching
Hell nah we ain't claiming them opps
Uh yea here I go stepping so much shoes ain't got soles
The grim reaper mad said we claiming way too many souls
Aye trying to get up I know that they mad a nigga be stuck
Aye gone off the drugs I got a bitch tryna fuck shawty be giving it up
Popping them tings fuck what they say I don't care for them beans
I be on percs I fuck with them addy's might fuck with them xanny's
They showing me love they saying it real I think that it fake
Cause I see the hate can't walk with a snake don't try to debate
Cause you gone be wrong, you best watch yo tone, I told ya I'm on
Try me on a bad day when I start to play ain't nobody safe
If you can betray me you can't be family
Nights with my pops we slid on granite
Niggas be hating I can't understand it
Smoking that diesel got my eyes slanted
Got in my bag like a race I ran it up I know they mad as fuck
Jitt been goin up, Jitt been goin up
Get on a track n I spit my life
How I walk on this bitch so easy
Niggas be washed up but ain't dishes, spot on facts no reaching
I ran up a check n I still went bad, sipping that lean gave jitt a lil lag
All of them nights I had slid with my dad
I don't bust shots Ima empty the mag
Ran up a bag I'm on they ass
I know they mad but I do the dash
They hoping I crash fuck'em
Fuck what they saying I know how to move
N bitch Ima goat can't go back to broke
I got them in scope n I got them Locked In
Fuck where you goin'
Shots to your head don't send threats over text
They gone read the whole thread these niggas be fed
Betta replay what I said aye he made his own bed
A nigga gone die can't handle all the pressure jitt gone apply
You can't cap me down I seen pussy it was all in his eyes
Big dawg Rudy Ima let my dawg get him he got rat on him
N I ain't gone trip if they hit that block we just gone get back on them
Fly swatter we'll smack on him he a broke nigga drop a rack on him
Glock 40 got eagle eyes that baby drac ain't got no back on him
I only fuck with the guys, he ain't realer than mine
I can just tell in his eyes, he ain't one of my kind
I drop them hits at Ray don't get caught in the blind
I drop a four in the skrrrt but it turned to nine
Yea I hope that fuck nigga got that message
Let a nigga test me press me
I tote big ol' Smith & Wesson
Switch a give a nigga a lesson
He ain't really got it that fuck nigga flexing
Look in they eyes them fuck nigga jealous
Hit from the rear n I'm pulling out
Turn around use her face to catch it
Bitch keep lying talking bout she pregnant
She want a car, she want a necklace
This bitch thirsty, this bitch desperate
She be in Douglas like she know Fredrick
I told that bitch that I ain't got time today
I'm in the streets I got new tires today
Jump out for you drive by then get back in and drive away
I'm like Siri I ain't got no time today
Bitch don't talk back I got time to play
Double my bucks no time to waste
30 on a nine a nine on my waist
Uh play with it I just want neck I ain't tryna go down the way
Straight up I ain't got time to chase
Bread but I don't even want no cake
Ran up a bag I'm on they ass
I know they mad but I do the dash
They hoping I crash fuck'em
Fuck what they saying I know how to move
N bitch Ima goat can't go back to broke
I got them in scope n I got them Locked In
Fuck where you goin'
Shots to ya head don't send threats over text
They gone read the whole thread these niggas be fed
Betta replay what I said aye he made his own bed
A nigga gone die can't handle all the pressure jitt gone apply
You can't cap me down I seen pussy it was all in his eyes
All over this. Soul
I'm back in that mode
Fucking these ho's
You know how I do I get it n go
Can't fuck with a lot of these niggas
I peep that a lot of these niggas be ho's
Deadass though
Ran up a bag I'm on they ass
I know they mad but I do the dash
They hoping I crash fuck'em
Fuck what they saying I know how to move
N bitch Ima goat can't go back to broke
I got them in scope n I got them Locked In
Fuck where you goin'
Shots to your head don't send threats over text
They gone read the whole thread these niggas be fed
Better replay what I said aye he made his own bed
A nigga gone die can't handle all the pressure jitt gone apply
You can't cap me down I seen pussy it was all in his eyes
Aye he talked out his neck, they lit up his block
Got knocked out his socks, they say that he snitching
Hell nah we ain't claiming them opps
Uh yea here I go stepping so much shoes ain't got soles
The grim reaper mad said we claiming way too many souls
Aye trying to get up I know that they mad a nigga be stuck
Aye gone off the drugs I got a bitch tryna fuck shawty be giving it up
Popping them tings fuck what they say I don't care for them beans
I be on percs I fuck with them addy's might fuck with them xanny's
They showing me love they saying it real I think that it fake
Cause I see the hate can't walk with a snake don't try to debate
Cause you gone be wrong, you best watch yo tone, I told ya I'm on
Try me on a bad day when I start to play ain't nobody safe
If you can betray me you can't be family
Nights with my pops we slid on granite
Niggas be hating I can't understand it
Smoking that diesel got my eyes slanted
Got in my bag like a race I ran it up I know they mad as fuck
Jitt been goin up, Jitt been goin up
Get on a track n I spit my life
How I walk on this bitch so easy
Niggas be washed up but ain't dishes, spot on facts no reaching
I ran up a check n I still went bad, sipping that lean gave jitt a lil lag
All of them nights I had slid with my dad
I don't bust shots Ima empty the mag
Ran up a bag I'm on they ass
I know they mad but I do the dash
They hoping I crash fuck'em
Fuck what they saying I know how to move
N bitch Ima goat can't go back to broke
I got them in scope n I got them Locked In
Fuck where you goin'
Shots to your head don't send threats over text
They gone read the whole thread these niggas be fed
Betta replay what I said aye he made his own bed
A nigga gone die can't handle all the pressure jitt gone apply
You can't cap me down I seen pussy it was all in his eyes
Big dawg Rudy Ima let my dawg get him he got rat on him
N I ain't gone trip if they hit that block we just gone get back on them
Fly swatter we'll smack on him he a broke nigga drop a rack on him
Glock 40 got eagle eyes that baby drac ain't got no back on him
I only fuck with the guys, he ain't realer than mine
I can just tell in his eyes, he ain't one of my kind
I drop them hits at Ray don't get caught in the blind
I drop a four in the skrrrt but it turned to nine
Yea I hope that fuck nigga got that message
Let a nigga test me press me
I tote big ol' Smith & Wesson
Switch a give a nigga a lesson
He ain't really got it that fuck nigga flexing
Look in they eyes them fuck nigga jealous
Hit from the rear n I'm pulling out
Turn around use her face to catch it
Bitch keep lying talking bout she pregnant
She want a car, she want a necklace
This bitch thirsty, this bitch desperate
She be in Douglas like she know Fredrick
I told that bitch that I ain't got time today
I'm in the streets I got new tires today
Jump out for you drive by then get back in and drive away
I'm like Siri I ain't got no time today
Bitch don't talk back I got time to play
Double my bucks no time to waste
30 on a nine a nine on my waist
Uh play with it I just want neck I ain't tryna go down the way
Straight up I ain't got time to chase
Bread but I don't even want no cake
Ran up a bag I'm on they ass
I know they mad but I do the dash
They hoping I crash fuck'em
Fuck what they saying I know how to move
N bitch Ima goat can't go back to broke
I got them in scope n I got them Locked In
Fuck where you goin'
Shots to ya head don't send threats over text
They gone read the whole thread these niggas be fed
Betta replay what I said aye he made his own bed
A nigga gone die can't handle all the pressure jitt gone apply
You can't cap me down I seen pussy it was all in his eyes
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Writer(s): Jahmari Joseph
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