Lockdown lyrics

[Chorus]
In town with papers, buyin' some trainers
Now I need an outfit to match
A shot that's local, gimme a phone call
So I put the door on latch
Bad b sayin' she love me, she just my body
I tell her "don't get attached"
You wanna try step saucy, tuck your jewelry
You don't wanna get that snatched
Pack from the plug, get it gone in a day
I'm not like these n*ggas
TT makes the line go mad and it makes me glad when I count my figures
My n*ggas dem hot on the block for the guap
And rein' up in them dingers
Buss them winners, show you 'bout drillers
Spin man's block if I slide with spinners
But let me get back to the trap
They don't get guap but they wan' get tugged
Show man the price of this [?] startin' to drop what he thinks of the plug
Bro got flake until he straight dropped it, you can phone for grub
Dem man hate with a empty pockets
I get back, bill this bud
Trap boy come tun' up the curb, trap boy come tun' up the party
We turn up for your darrgie, nargie, I already know it's a "no"
Big hand tings and spin tings
You don't wanna see bro rise that pole
(Bow, bow, bow, bow)
You don't wanna see bro rise that pole
[Chorus: Bandokay and SBA Karma]
I'm in Enfield town, back windows down
'Scuse me Miss, she leng and brown
Skeng on me when I'm rolling 'round
Cah I don't wanna end up dead in the ground
Bro's in the T with white and brown
And if the feds knock, don't make a sound
Out the back door tryna lose them clowns
'Cause I don't wanna be locked down

[Verse 2: Bandokay]
Just got feedback, say the food come piff
We ain't seen no one in Eddy
They all hidin' or in my spliff
My young boys loose like tiff
T house guap got me doin' up shifts
TT cap, don't shot, no snitch
Two hands on the 4, yeah, this one's stiff
p*ssed, me I just try don't miss
So many many that I got on my list
Everybody hates killi, everybody hates Chris
I want man dead, I ain't swingin' my fist
I'm swingin' my blade deep in and twist
Crunch time, nuttin' like craver's crisp
Gelato I'm smokin', flavourish
Tryna do M way ---
You can get hit by corn and bits
But your hair is bang when your coat gets ripped
c*ck it, c*ck it, watch it fling my wrist
He got chinged now he's doin' up crisp
I'm in the O with [?]
I'm with SJ doin' opp block chips
Jump out gang, let the dot-dot spit
I'm with mango rambo like Kidd
Or I'm in the bando servin' them kits
He got-got and fixed
Told the opp thots to deep in this mix
Spin ting spin so don't get hit
The neighbours lookin' like "damn, oh sh*t"
Opp block tours, it's hot, it's lit
No reactions when your friends get ripped
I'm on the 9 piece tryna creep and skid
It's no blanks, straight corn we dish
[Chorus: Bandokay and SBA Karma]
I'm in Enfield town, back windows down
'Scuse me Miss, she leng and brown
Skeng on me when I'm rolling 'round
Cah I don't wanna end up dead in the ground
Bro's in the T with white and brown
And if the feds knock, don't make a sound
Out the back door tryna lose them clowns
'Cause I don't wanna be locked down
I'm in Enfield town, back windows down
'Scuse me Miss, she leng and brown
Skeng on me when I'm rolling 'round
Cah I don't wanna end up dead in the ground
Bro's in the T with white and brown
And if the feds knock, don't make a sound
Out the back door tryna lose them clowns
'Cause I don't wanna ----