Ankle Lock - Lancey Foux, Fimiguerrero & Len: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Lancey Foux, Fimiguerrero & Len

Ankle Lock

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Ankle Lock was released on November 8, 2024 by Lizzy Records as a part of the album CONGLOMERATE

Song Details

AlbumCONGLOMERATE

Release DateNovember 8, 2024

LabelLizzy Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM74

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lancey Foux

Vocals

Fimiguerrero

Vocals

Len

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Lancey Foux

Songwriter

Fimiguerrero

Songwriter

Len

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Max Carrington

Producer

Mohammed Shira

Producer

Okechukwu Eluwah

Okechukwu Eluwah

Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

(I-I'm number 6)

[Instrumental]

Okay

[Chorus]

I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grrt)

I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Huh, huh)

She tiptoed to me in a Cartier ankle lock (Ankle lock)

I tiptoe in the road, it feel like a anchor dropped (Baow)

I sit low in the Rolls, I got my ankles up (Sittin' low)

She dips lower and lower as soon as the bands go up

I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock

I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grrt, ha, ha, ha)

[Verse 1]

I get to the cream (Yuh)

My hands, I'm ashin'

I'm countin' the cash up, the label's a lotion in me (Let's go)

My chain clang so damn loud (Ha)

It sounds like the toaster to me

I know that my mum ain't proud

I didn't go uni, I was shotting them Z's

Ch-Chain like me, neck zero degrees (Ha)

You **** be beefin' your bitches, I wrestle the cash, WWE (Bitch)

I-I call a boy ankle sock

When I put on this fit, all these bitches can't see

Ca-Ca-Cartier ankle lock, Ba-Baltimore act like a ankle pop (Bitch)

I throw the cash, go thump

I'll slide on your bitch like an Insta dump (Ah)

[Chorus]

I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grraow, grraow)

I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Huh, huh)

She tiptoed to me in a Cartier ankle lock (Ankle lock)

I tiptoe in the road, it feel like a anchor dropped (Baow)

I sit low in the Rolls, I got my ankles up (Sittin' low)

She dips lower and lower as soon as the bands go up

I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Ankle lock, huh)

I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Hol' on, uh)

[Verse 2]

Ankle lock, the racks go up and gyal see me, them pants gon' drop

Two things for certain, one is death, the other one, my gang on top (Yes)

I just hit Paris fashion week, spent ten racks on my pantalons (My pantalons)

I feel like I'm going blind, can't see no competition

Optician, put a lens on my eyes, the roads not stayin' the same

If you got a show, I'm sendin' my young boy 'round, he's bringin' me back a chain

Call me what you want, these **** can call me sassy

These **** can't call me a stain (Hol' on)

Who's the ones turning up London? (Us)

Overseas, I turn it to London (Us)

[Chorus]

I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grrt)

I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Huh, huh)

She tiptoed to me in a Cartier ankle lock (Ankle lock)

I tiptoe in the road, it feel like a anchor dropped (Baow)

I sit low in the Rolls, I got my ankles up (Sittin' low)

She dips lower and lower as soon as the bands go up

I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock

I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grrt)

Written by: Fimiguerrero, Lancey Foux, Len

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