Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Locked In, artist - G Herbo. Date of issue: 03.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Locked In |
| I was in a slump |
| Ever since I lost my brother, I’ve been getting drunk |
| Slowly crawling out the hump, shit got me fucked up, mentally |
| Any nigga play with me I dunk, 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 get a bunch of em |
| Had them killas touch on em, like they got a crush on em |
| We get niggas scared shots never put a crutch on em |
| Like the gear, I clutch on it |
| We could wait to buss on em |
| Took years he had luck though but fuck buddy he cutthroat |
| Me and foenem cut throats |
| We ain’t waiting on no get backs so it’s bro nem 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 texting lock codes |
| He a hoe, his glock cold |
| Fingers twitching when I tote, fire itching in my coat |
| I’m a say it and I quote: I can’t wait for gun smoke |
| In them trenches I’m a goat, like my mama fuck goats |
| I can’t sleep I stay woke |
| Silent 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 |
| 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 2 lanes |
| Swervo can’t be in no Wrangler |
| 200 on 2 chains when they hang and 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, dangling |
| We tint trucks daily |
| At least ten of us we keep our fingers twisted up bangin |
| You ain’t on shit what? |
| Pussy be cliqued up |
| Don’t give no fuck yo clique sus |
| Don’t put em against us |
| Don’t leave niggas stiff on the fence stuck |
| Forgive me again for my sins |
| Many men fall victim of this sin cause they friends |
| Cuz I need a cleanse I need a rinse |
| Blew his fuckin brains out ain’t make no sense |
| Throwin B’s up we swarm shit, on cap |
| I love revenge, that’s a warm dish, no bap |