Locked In Lyrics by G Herbo is latest English song with music also given by Southside. Locked In song lyrics are written by Southside & G Herbo.
Locked In Song Detail
| Song Name: | Locked In |
| Singer: | G Herbo |
| Composer: | Southside |
| Lyrics by: | Southside, G Herbo |
Locked In Lyrics
808mafia!
Ayy
I was in a slump (was in a slump)
Ever since I lost my brother, I been gettin’ drunk
Slowly crawling out the hump, s**t got me f**ked up, mentally
Any ni**a 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’, bi**h, 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 f**k, 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 ni**as 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 f**ked 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 ni**as drop poles
Man, shout out to the hoes, we make bi**hes 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, f**k 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 s**t, I never wrote
But I’m crazy, but I’m clever, though
They came to me, I never spoke
Gang s**t, I’m claimin’ it
Get angry, I’m dangerous
Don’t run, I got range
This s**t 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, f**k with you the long way, rectangular
This s**t 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 s**t, what (what?)
Pussies be cliqued up
Don’t give no f**k, your clique sus (clique sus)
Put ’em against us
Gon’ leave ni**as 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 f**kin’ brains out, ain’t make no sense, yeah
Throwin’ bs up, we swarm s**t, on cap
I love revenge, that’s a warm dish, no bap