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letra de locked in - g herbo

locked in lyrics
[intro]
808 mafia
aye

[verse]
i was in a slump (i was in a slump)
ever since i lost my brother, i’ve been getting drunk
slowly crawling out the hump, sh-t got me f-cked up, mentally
any n-gga play with me, i dump, physically
everywhere i be we keep a couple glocks tucked
i ain’t hard to see, i’m in that double r truck
i can’t lie, i got a lot of money, ton of money
stackin’ money, i don’t walk to money, run to money
money callin’, b-tch i go to money, come to money
money fallin’, i got winter money, summer money
uh oh, woke up spent a hundo
still don’t give a f-ck though
clips with hunchos, glocks with switches, hit a bunch of ’em
have them k!llers touch on ’em, like they got a crush on ’em
we get n-ggas headshots, never put a crutch on ’em
like the gear, i clutch on it
we couldn’t wait to bust on ’em
took years, he had luck though but f-ck buddy he cutthroat
me and foenem cut throats
we ain’t waitin’ on no get backs so it’s bronem must go
run up hittin’, really with that, we make n-ggas drop poles
man, shout out to the hoes, we make b-tches drop lo’s
and they textin’ lock codes
he a ho, his glock cold
finger twitching when i tote, fire itching in my coat
i’mma say it, and i quote: “i can’t wait for gun smoke”
in them trenches, i’m a goat
like my mama f-ck goats
i can’t sleep, i stay woke
solid, i’m forever woke
dreamin’, like i’m never woke
got knowledge, i’m forever woke
setbacks but i got better, though, the realest sh-t, i never wrote
i’m crazy, but i’m clever though
they came to me, i never spoke
gang sh-t, i’m claiming it
get angry, i’m dangerous
don’t run, i got range
this sh-t change me when i’m aiming it
one-twenty in two lanes
swervo can’t be in no wrangler
two-hundred on two chains, when they hang and they tanglin’
i hustle all day, i come from hallways, slangin’ it
you hop out broad day, f-ck with you the long way, rectangular
this sh-t ain’t hard, man, my opps be sitting ducks, dangling
we tint trucks daily
at least ten of us, we keep our fingers twisted up, bangin’
you ain’t on sh-t, what (what?)
p-ssy be cliqued up
don’t give no f-ck, yo’ clique sus (clique sus)
don’t put ’em against us
don’t leave n-ggas stiff on the fence stuck
forgive me again for my sins
it’s many men, fall victim of this fn ’cause they friends
’cause i need a cleanse (ayy)
i need a rinse (yeah)
blew his f-ckin’ brains out, ain’t make no sense, yeah
throwin’ b’s up, we swarm sh-t, on cap
i love revenge, that’s a warm dish, no bap

- g herbo

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