Lock Load lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, it's spooky
Way too spooky, n*gga
Yeah, uh, look
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Everywhere I go, I got it on me, n*gga (I got it right now)
And I ain't lettin' sh*t slide (I ain't lettin' that sh*t ride, n*gga)
Go 'head and try me if you want, n*gga (What's poppin'?)
I let this f*ckin' clip fly (Doot doot doot)
GxF to the death, n*gga (Griselda)
And I'd never switch sides (This sh*t for life, homie, that's my word)
You know how we play it over here, n*gga (You know what's up, pus*y)
We get it poppin' on this side (This side, brr)

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Lock (Lock), load (Load)
Lock (Lock), load (Load, you know what's up, n*gga)
Lock (Lock), load (Load)
Lock (Lock, yeah), load (Load, yeah)

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
You can go and ask them other n*ggas, they'll tell you what's up
I already been through there and hit one of them n*ggas up (Doot doot doot doot doot)
Momma start thinkin' I'm crazy, baby mama think I'm nuts
Ever since them n*ggas shot me, I just stopped givin' a f*ck (Ha)
I'm losin' my marble, lettin' that AR go
Fifty shot sticks'll do you n*ggas something horrible (Brr)
Two-sixty on the digi' dash, look how fast my car go (Vroom)
Talk about my face but can't say sh*t about my bars though (Hahahaha)
Have my shooter snort a few grams, kick his door for the yams (Hah)
While I'm smokin' kush with a b*tch I just imported from France (Cap)
Rockin' Bathing Ape sh*t that I just bought in Japan (Woo)
I get to trippin', get the blick and this AR in my hand (Brr, brr, brr, brr)
Every bullet in the cartridges land
The stick look like a guitar in my hands, drummin' like I'm part of a band (Woo)
My dog was behind the wall with your man (Hah)
I heard you got friendly extorted in the can, you thought I was playin' (Brr)
[Pre-Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Everywhere I go, I got it on me, n*gga (Cap)
And I ain't lettin' sh*t slide (I ain't lettin' that sh*t ride, n*gga)
Go head and try me if you want, n*gga (Run up, n*gga)
I let this f*ckin' clip fly (That's my word, n*gga, run up and see what's good, n*gga)
GxF to the death, n*gga (Griselda, n*gga)
And I won't ever switch sides (This sh*t for life, homie)
You know how we play it over here, n*gga (You know what's up, pus*y)
We get it poppin' on this side (Brr)

[Chorus: Conway the Machine & Beanie Sigel]
Lock (Lock, talk to 'em), load (Load, this that real, n*gga)
Lock (Lock, this that real, n*gga), load (Load)
Lock (Lock, gangster sh*t, n*gga), load (Load, all my shooters lock and load, n*gga)
Lock (Lock), load (Brr, yeah)

[Interlude: Beanie Sigel]
SP, DrumWork sh*t (Yeah)
211s, don't turn into 187s (Uh)

[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel & Conway the Machine]
That black and grey checker hold the Heckler (Ha, ha)
Your vest obsolete, when we squeeze from the neck up
M-16, I'm quick with the inf' (Phew)
Feel like Tony, squinting, readin' a blimp
The world is yours, chico, uh-huh, the art of war is lethal
Never cease it if the score is equal (Nah)
I kill 'em all dead (All dead), run in they spot, paint the walls red (Walls red)
Glock 4 for the bald heads (Bald heads)
Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite (Why?) I'll kill a n*gga
Make duffel off of tour but then it's back, to the wicked sh*t (Ah)
Yeah, like I'm in tune with my djinn
A hard flick when I spit without using a pen (Hrr)
Dance with the Devil, the death call
I'm out the Buff with the slanted face killer with Bell Pals'
Call our bluff, get stuffed in a can or a wood coffin
Or get clipped when that clip with the switch get lift off (Brr, grr)
[Chorus: Beanie Sigel & Conway the Machine]
Lock (Lock), load (Load)
Lock (Lock), load (Load)
Lock (Lock), load (Load)
Lock (Lock), load (Load, yeah)

[Outro: Conway the Machine]
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Doot doot doot doot (Brr)
Yeah