Locked In Lyrics G Herbo

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Locked In Lyrics G Herbo

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Ayy

[Verse]
I was in a slump (Was in a slump)
Ever since I lost my brother, I been gettin’ drunk
Slowly crawling 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 huncho’s, Glocks with switches, hit a bunch of ’em
How them killers touch on ’em, like they got a crush on ’em
We give niggas headshots, never put a crutch on ’em
Like to get our clutch on it, we couldn’t wait to bust on ’em
Two gears, he had lug, though, he fucked but he cutthroat
Me and Foenem cut throats
We ain’t waitin’ on no get backs, so it’s Bronem must go
Run up, really with that, we make niggas drop poles

Man, shout out to the hoes, we make bitches drop loads
And they textin’ lock codes, he a ho, his Glock cold
Finger twitchin’ when I tote, fire itchin’ 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, why I stay woke
Solid, I’m forever woke
Dreamin’
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 claimin’ it
Get angry, I’m dangerous
Don’t run, I got range
This shit change me when I’m aimin’ it
One-twenty in two lanes
Swervo can’t be in no wrangler
Two-hundred 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 sittin’ 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, your clique sus (Clique sus)
Put ’em against us
Gon’ leave niggas stiff on the ‘fense up
Forgive me again for my sins
It’s many men, fall victim of this [?] ’cause they friends
‘Cause 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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