Lock Load

Yeah

It's spooky

Way too spooky, ****

Yeah, uh

Yeah

Everywhere I go, I got it on me, ****

And I ain't lettin' shit slide

Go head and try me if you want, ****

I let this fuckin' clip fly

GxF to the death, ****

And I'll never switch sides

You know how we play it over here, ****

We get it poppin' on this side

Lock, load

Lock, load

(You know what's up, ****)

Lock, load

Lock, load

You can go and ask them other ****, they'll tell you what's up

I already been through there and hit one of them **** up

Momma start thinkin' I'm crazy, baby mama think I'm nuts

Ever since them **** shot me, I just stopped givin' a fuck

I'm losin' my marbles, lettin' that AR go

Fifty shot sticks'll do you **** something horrible

Two-sixty on the digi' dash, look how fast my car go

Talk about my face but can't say shit about my bars though

Have my shooter snort a few grams, hit the store for the yams

While I'm smokin' kush with a bitch I just imported from France

Rockin' Bathing Ape shit that I just bought in Japan

I get to trippin', get the blick and this AR in my hands

Every bullet in the cartidges land

The stick look like a guitar in my hands, drummin' like I'm part of a band

My dog was behind the wall with your man

I heard you got friendly extorted in the can, you thought I was playin'

Everywhere I go, I got it on me, ****

And I ain't lettin' shit slide

Go head and try me if you want, ****

I let this fuckin' clip fly

GxF to the death, ****

And I'll never switch sides

You know how we play it over here, ****

We get it poppin' on this side

Lock, load

Lock, load

Lock, load

Lock, load

SP Drumwork shit, yeah

211s don't turn into 187s, uh

That black and grey checker hold the heckler

Ya vests obsolete when we squeeze from the neck up

M16s equipped with inf'

Feel like Tony, squintin', reading the blimp

The world is yours, Chico

Uh-huh, the art of war is lethal

Never cease it if the score's equal

I kill 'em all dead

Run in they spot, paint the walls red

Glock 40 for the bald heads

Sometimes I feel like hypocrite (Why?)

I kill a ****

Make duffel off a tour, but then it's back to the wicked shit

Yeah, like I'm in tune with my Jen

A horror flick when I spit without using a pen

Dance with the devil, the death calling

I'm out the Buff with the slanted face killer with Bells Palsy

Call on a bluff, get stuffed in a can or wood coffin

Or get clipped when that clip with the switch to lift off

Lock, load

Lock, load

Lock, load

Lock, load

Yeah