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G Herbo - Locked In lyrics

Artist: G Herbo

album: Locked In


808 Mafia, ayy
I was in a slump (was in a slump)
Ever since I lost my brother, I've been gettin' drunk
Slowly crawlin' out the hump, shit got me fucked up, mentally
Any nigga 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', bitch 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 fuck though
Clips with hunchos, Glocks with switches, hit a bunch of 'em
Have them killers touch on 'em, like they got a crush on 'em
We get niggas 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 fuck 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 niggas drop poles
Man, shout out to the hoes, we make bitches 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'ma say it, and I quote, "I can't wait for gun smoke"
In them trenches, I'm a G.O.A.T.
Like my mama, fuck 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 shit, I never wrote
But I'm crazy, but I'm clever though
They came to me, I never spoke
Gang shit, I'm claiming it
Get angry, I'm dangerous
Don't run, I got range
This shit change me when I'm aiming it
120 in two lanes
Swervo can't be in no Wrangler
200 on two chains, when they hangin', they tanglin'
I hustle all day, I come from hallways, slangin' it
You hop out broad day, fuck with you the long way, rectangular
This shit ain't hard, man, my opps be sitting ducks, danglin'
We tint trucks daily
At least ten of us, we keep our fingers twisted up, bangin'
You ain't on shit, what (what?)
Pussies be cliqued up
Don't give no fuck, yo' clique sus (clique sus)
Put 'em against us
Gon' leave niggas stiff on the fence stuck
Forgive me again for my sins
It's many men, fall victim of this FN 'cause they friends
I need a cleanse (ayy)
I need a rinse (yeah)
Blew his fuckin' brains out, ain't make no sense, yeah
Throwin' Bs up, we swarm shit, on cap
I love revenge, that's a warm dish, no bap

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