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