Lock And Load - Chopped & Screwed

Buy with me sweet up

Laying off

I ** some ** ain't

What about you

This cash money baby

You know i'm tell i just to call the two crop

I let them **

Yeah

Me and me and then shot shot that beat rock rocket

Move to jail on the tender side

They like it that way

Twenty two year old seventeen wall

Fat life in the fast lane

Little red carpet little red handkerchief

Hanging out the right side

Back pocket jeans falling couple my e v susan

Yep we do shot and they don't hate

But they hate the jesus baby we won't breathe

Yep we do shot

Michael wine they don't hate

They hate it jesus baby we won't break

Na na

Yep we do shine and they don't hate

** they hate it

Jesus baby we won't break

Ride ride like fold

Corellis so secure

No security no protect the

No comparing local heavy

Shinny level aviators both tickers

So figures uh no players

I'm highly grown to the holly holly grove from the star

Don't cross air hard

Boulevard water war i come from one seven one shot

Never that brum brum

Put up put up

Pop pop

Clap clap **

** hollywood

Stand up up

Shoot shot that yeah yeah

My ** my ** man say i'm in the land and lamb

We playing the ** that's what

I'm putting these guys up

No stop we were hot gave them

Kid them kid them weezy

Hit them where you kill them easy

Sit them in a river leave them

They find them tomorrow evening

Sinking them probably drinking that **

Thinking i won't slave

Even though i'm leaning like a broke hip

He ain't know i got the nina with the full clip

That's the summers all back spin full flip fight

Push this button off the bout and hits up miss nothing

I'm just busting until the scene

Queen twelve hundred for the jeans stop playing

Hundred dollars for the glock in my pant

Who the man i am

When i stand with a pointy right at your face

Knock your brains from the back of your neck

For lack of respect i strap a jet black

Get till the death

Tell my mama to bury me with that no **

My hood getting kinda crazy where i be

Rolling rollies with me cause he's the o

G

My hood getting kinda crazy

Well

I've been rolling roamies with me cause he's the o

G

My hood getting kinda crazy where i the

The road needs with me cause he's the o

G jash

I i really

Swinging my own hot hot home

But they when they lose me on track

Track

Yeah i was told yo i get all

Fresh out the back seater defeat

Get these phantom the haters

I make them matter when i wave at them like what up

If it ain't about money

I keep them tryna

Tryna get that green ** tryna move my lawn but **

Them boys i got the shotty on my arm

If them boys run up i leave their bodies on the lawn

End up and ** outta there

Cause baby it's outta there

If this was a movie it's time to roll the credits gut

It's all over

All of your brains is all over the motherfucking block

I'm a motherfucking rock

Body eagle street

Seventeen shots

Night fishing double clip

Hot

Steady bean clock

Pop

Trap little man trap this is not for little **

You man off fox

I'm landing the trap

Thinking of more money cash money young money

Take money

Young moneyout uh uh

Don't think no way

Real real daddy

Yeah yeah on board on board

My my motherfucking wristband was three hundred dollars

No lie

No lie

Those in the bottle

Those in the bottle huh

They should pay me i'm saying that **

So it's my genes my genes they went three hundred

But they told you to

Yeah

Why could we

And i'm ** up today

Straight up hit