lirik lagu dc2trill - locked in
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
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