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dc2trill - locked in lyrics

locked in lyrics
[intro: dc2trill]
yeah
yeah
locked and loaded, locked in, locked in, locked in
(flea)

[chorus: dc2trill]
me and them shooters be locked in
in the trap and i got your b_tch knockin’
off three pills, got me nauseous
puttin’ in work, i ain’t punchin’ no clock in
need me an eight, not seven for a walk_in
i’m v.i.p., i’m movin’ cautious
stupid b_tch, i had to block her
give me the ball, i got pints in my locker
suckin’ me up with no roof, had to stop her
lil’ moe felt like mary poppins
man, these n_ggas movin’ awkward
we go back like silkk the shocker
third eye right by my chakra
i’m on fairfax, feel like tyler
hit ’em lightning fast, powder
shootin’ up right by hеr nostrils

[verse 1: dc2trill]
thirty, keep it right under the clip
nerdy, b_tch gon’ usе her lips
swervin’ in that new sh_t
urgent, yeah, i need the sh_t
perfect how i do this sh_t
catch me a play, i ain’t need me no mitt
that ain’t no drank, n_ggas sippin’ on fent’
that ain’t no dank, so i’m passin’ this sh_t
i ain’t gon’ pimp, but i’m mackin’ a b_tch
she said she gon’ pour my pint out, picture me slappin’ a b_tch
high as the f_ck, but ain’t lackin’ for sh_t
rockin’ my mic, b_tch feelin’ like nas
with my eses doin’ nos
doin’ this sh_t better than i was taught
he tried to rob, all he heard was a pop
[chorus: dc2trill]
me and them shooters be locked in
in the trap and i got your b_tch knockin’
off three pills, got me nauseous
puttin’ in work, i ain’t punchin’ no clock in
need me an eight, not seven for a walk_in
i’m v.i.p., i’m movin’ cautious
stupid b_tch, i had to block her
give me the ball, i got pints in my locker
suckin’ me up with no roof, had to stop her
lil’ moe felt like mary poppins
man, these n_ggas movin’ awkward
we go back like silkk the shocker
third eye right by my chakra
i’m on fairfax, feel like tyler
hit ’em lightning fast, powder
shootin’ up right by her nostrils

[verse 2: ceo trayle]
ayy
ayy
i was runnin’ from the helicopters, get my hi_tech from the doctor
told the plug that n_ggas robbed me, n_gga, i should get an oscar
i’m tryna make my family proud, n_gga, i’m not tryna be like oscar
got these n_ggas lookin’ scared now like, “what he gon’ do with that chopper?”
she ride d_ck just like a chopper
ayy, load my clip, then fill the opps up
ayy, all these bullets gon’ fill the spots up
they said turn this b_tch a notch up
f_ck the rubber, she ain’t knocked up
n_gga, on my ma, i shoot his spots up
they done gave the ball to c4, now i’m tryna run the clock up
my team ain’t arguin’ front no n_ggas, deal with that sh_t in the locker
i fell asleep in all my robbin’ clothes, them was my pajamas
she thought c4 had cooked this rice, b_tch, that was benihanas
for sh_t sure, i paid for that hit, i gave him an honest
i turned my b_tch to prada pocahontas, double_r got a chauffeur for me
play the cards i was dealt with all my brothers, them my poker buddies
tryna talk to any of my b_tches, they won’t go for buddy
almost died with your homeboy, he your loafer buddy
uh, know to get one pie, get the knife and cut it, uh
she don’t let me pipe, then i first_night her buddy
got this ak with me, it look like i’m rifle huntin’
big c4 and big dc, know we won’t go for nothin’, it’s 4

- dc2trill lyrics

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