Locked In lyrics

by

Blac Youngsta


[Intro: Blac Youngsta]
(Tahj Money)
You pus*y ass n*ggas know what time it is
n*gga, when I step in the booth (Gang, gang)
Even when I step in the streets too, pus*y
You know what the f*ck up, you know I'm the truth (Swear to God)
Don't play dumb, pus*y (I don't need no charge)
Act like you got sense

[Verse 1: Blac Youngsta]
I be shooting out here, car did I drive
'Cause I bought my sh*t (Skrrt)
Walk him down with this chopstick, he can't slide
I caught that b*tch (Grr)
Left an opp head bent over in this ride
For talking sh*t (pus*y)
You know I ain't gon' play by my lil' guys
We spark and sh*t (Gang, gang, gang)
I can't even lie, I ain't been the same since I lost my n*gga, G (Yeah, yeah)
That's my dawg out Memphis, cutthroat retarded, he was just like mе (They took my dawg)
That's the reason I don't sprеad no opp today, that sh*t'll bother me
I put extendos on my Glock every time, it f*ck up your airdrie
Red got out from facing like twenty-something years
So they took him right back off the streets (Free Red)
I'ma make his bond, I don't really give a f*ck what it cost
I'ma let my dawg back off the leash (Yeah, yeah)
I know some young n*ggas love me to death
They'll die by me, they'll rob my me (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
I know some bad b*tches f*ck with me
'Cause that sh*t a hunnid they be tossing me (pus*y)
Heavy Camp, we loyal, boy, you dumb, you think 'bout crossing me (We loyal)
4PF my fam' and I f*ck with Baby, that boy, he ride for me (Four pockets full)
CMG, we like irony, I keep them shots with me (Gang, gang)
I ain't need no n*gga 'round with me 'cause them n*ggas didn't rock with me (Doo, doo, doo)
[Verse 2: Dee Mula]
Those n*ggas ain't rock with me, I can't let 'em slide, can't let 'em skate
I can't let no opp just right past, that pus*y got died that day (Uh)
Free my n*ggas doin' fed time, no talkin' they doin' that sh*t day for day
Just met this b*tch, she think she's bae, these ho' [?] stay in her place

[Verse 3: Rylo Rodrguiez]
Addiction, I wake up and lean sip, but I ain't afraid of sayin' it (Ain't afraid)
All these cars came with the pink slip, I had to change the van (Change the van)
I was showin' love, n*ggas still won't show it back, so I had to change the plan (I had to change the plan)
Amiri then these hoes call me some rack, got 'em with [?] in pants, yeah
I wear a quarter mil' in jewelry, Benz, mama drivin' [?]
Perks, I don't take 'em, might have withdraw
Wierdos, Tjay lost his life on fentnayl (Yeah)
Left the dealership in a Hellcat (In a Hellcat)
Know we run this like a [?]
Feature with a n*gga and found out he's a rat, I send a block back
Glock 19, it prolly stolen, my lil' ho' just caught the Rollie (Caught the Rollie)
When we f*ck I told her give me space, you know I'm claustrophobic (I'm claustrophobic)
When we f*ck I told her give me space, like she was toxic for me (Toxic for me)
If I ever flex with another n*gga money, that means some dice was rollin'

[Verse 4: Lil Jairmy]
Friend came with the sh*t get [?] (Yeah)
100k I drip baguettes (Yes)
b*tch, I play, don't make regrets (Yeah)
So much strands, sh*t pathetic (Yeah)
Ho' just came, you can come when you're ready (When you're ready)
Switch on the Glock, make the gun more deadly (Glrrt)
Four pockets full of money, yeah, the ho' countin' heavy
Yeah, the ho' rushin' me, I can c*m when I'm ready (Yeah)
Aim for his head but the blick start jammin' (Jammin')
Must got a good programming
Hallways full of bags when I land in Cali' (Cali')
Smokin' on grass, like f*ck you starin'? (Yeah)
Hold a 3.15 to a big 5.7 (5.7)
Swear, I can't cook no ho' that's friendly (Friend)
I've been havin' fun with these hoes at [?] (At [?])
I just flew a b*tch from the hood to Miami
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