Lock And Load - Chopped & Screwed

Ride with me, sweetheart

It ain't hard!

Aww, fuck them niggas, I ain't worried 'bout them

This Cash Money, baby! This the Carter 2!

Kurupt! Holla at them niggas! (Nigga!)

We won, we won

And then we shot that BB gun

And they lost, and they lost

Til we took they shit, now it's time to floss (We lock and load!)

22-year-old 17th Ward vet

Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette

Little red handkerchief, hangin out the right side

Back pocket jeans fallin, cover my Evisu sign

Yep we do shine, and they gon' hate

But they hated Jesus baby we won't break

So we ride like four Pirellis, so secured

No security, no protectin no comparing

Locin' and heavy, Ocean 11

Aviators, vote-takers, so fakers, ah!

No playas, I'm Holly Grove to the heart

Hollygrove from the start, don't cross Earhart

Boulevard where the ward I come from

One-seven, one shot? Never that, blum-blum!

Brrr, brrr, pop, pop, clap, clap

What the fuck! Hollygrove, stand up! Duck! (Nigga!)

We won, we won

And then we shot that BB gun

And they lost, and they lost

Til we took they shit, now it's time to floss (We lock and load!)

Get 'em, get 'em, Weezy! Hit 'em where you kill 'em, easy

Sit 'em in the river, leave em, they find 'em tomorrow evening

Sinkin, I'm prob-ly drinkin that syrup

Thinkin I won't slip, even though I'm leanin like a broke hip

He don't know I got the nina wit the full clip

That's a somersault, backspin, full-flip for ya

Push this button, I flip out and hit something

Miss nothin, I'm just bustin until this scene clean

Twelve hundred for the jeans, stop playin

Hundred dollars for the Glock in my pants

Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face

Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect, I

Strap a jet black gat 'til the death

Tell the mama to bury me with that, no bullshittin'

My hood getting kinda crazy where I be

So Ronnie's with me cuz he's the OG (Nigga!)

We won, we won

And then we shot that BB gun

And they lost, and they lost

Til we took they shit, now its time to floss (We lock and load!)

Fresh out the back seat of the Phiggity-Phantom

The haters, I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like, "What up?"

If it ain't about money I keep goin

I'm tryna get that green, niggas tryna mow my lawn, but fuck--

Them boys, I got the shottie on my arm

If them boys run up, I leave their bodies on the lawn

And duck the fuck outta there, 'cause baby, it's outta there

If this was a movie, it's time to roll the credits, cut!

Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the motherfuckin' block!

I'm a motherfuckin' rock!

Hardbody, Eagle Street, seventeen shots

Night vision double-clip, hot steady beam Glock

Pop! Drop, little man, drop!

This is not for little bitches, you man or a fox?

I'm layin in the drop, thinking of more money

Cash money, Young Money, take money, your money

We won, we won

And then we shot that BB gun

And they lost, and they lost

Til we took they shit, now it's time to floss (We lock and load!)