Locked In (feat. FBG Josh & DMG Boss)

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Crucial 808
We locked in for winning on the drill I post on the block but I prefer to heal
Ski all black, I'm a bitch if I lack When you slamming for nicks, gotta have some skill
You niggas dead and you niggas fiending I be doing all that flex nigga, let's just be real

Let's just be real, uh, yeah, let's just be real
How y'all screed, I ain't did shit Screed went down on your ass, now you begging for meals
$35 nigga, must be a toddler Nigga out here screaming, guess it probably don't see him
You worry about me, need to worry about them When I'm locked in on players, all the time smoke skim

Run up on me, ain't you thinking shit's sweet Take candy from me, baby, how you gonna lose your life
Could've been ripped, but I keep losing, don't die Fucking up a ten, bitch, I did it like twice
Nigga be talking about this and talking about that Tell a nigga that price
The way me and Trey had went on this mission I swear to God, we a good team for the hype

Haven't slammed away, robbing niggas with J's Can't go nowhere, had to trap a nigga like a mice
Glock to his face, nigga better not move Nigga better not f*ck, nigga better not fight
Really for the people, ain't even wanna do it But this shit got sticky, had to be home that night
Woah, ayy, man, it's a whole lot of freeband shit, man

Ayy, crucial 808 Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Think about who I do it for, it make me go hard Niggas say you wanna fix it, but you know that I'm charged
I ain't going back and forth, I ain't with all that art I'ma sell my young nigga, gotta spend me regardless
I was down on my dick, he went there, I went hard Niggas started throwing shots, I don't see that shit pouring

Don't f*ck another set, scratch that shit off the mark I'm a young turnt nigga, pop me a pistol like an artist
In love with a bad, like I'm fucking with art This shit off the real, but I feel on the hard
I'm a one-on-one nigga, if you got me, you lucky I all in that A-course, I watch Troy Young get buggy
I'm stacking this private suit, niggas put that buggy When I come from out of town, still pose on that hoodie

Jumped on the beat, I just came out the dome Can't lack in traffic, gon' ride with my chrome
Don't thank on my dick, gotta make it back home We got boats for the low, so I'm 20 years old
Bitch, you blowin' my line, I got three or four phone Niggas snitched on the beat, now that's ass number bone
Dead man, f*ck it, let's switch up the flow a bit Y'all trustin' instead of emotionally

Spend they block with a chocolate, my shoulder still Nigga envy when you havin' more than them
Kick a thot to the curb, she a bored bitch On my way to the top like an elevator
Take a risk, you can do that shit now or later They behave without speaking, they silent haters
Put my oppa at the sleep rocker by the baby Wipe his nose, do him five, nigga, f*ck a flagrant

This bitch say I'm the shit, water, toilet, paper Ain't my oppa, you a rat, you be writing statements
They gon' count ass to judge for the affidavit Celsie II cook his ass just like rice and gravy

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