Lock And Load

Yeah

Vibe with me, sweetheart

It ain't hard

Aw, ** them **, don't even worry about 'bout them

This Cash Money, baby

You know what I'm talking 'bout?

This Tha Carter II

Kurupt, holler at them ** (**)

We won (yeah), we won (yeah)

And then we shot that BB gun (you know)

And they lost (yeah), and they lost (that's right)

And we took their **, now it's time to floss (lock and load)

We won, we won (yeah, it's Weezy Baby, man)

And then we shot that BB gun (see, you gotta be real smooth, real slick about this here)

And they lost, and they lost (extra gentle, on the tender side)

And we took their **, now it's time to floss (they like it that way, hah, lock and load)

Twenty-two-year-old 17th Ward vet

Life in the fast lane, little red Corvette

Little red handkerchief hanging out the right side

Back pocket jeans falling, cover my Evisu sign

Yep, we do shine and they're gon' hate

But they hated Jesus, baby, we won't break

So we ride like four Pirellis, so secured

No security, no protecting, no comparing

Loc-ing heavy, Ocean 11

Aviators, vote-takers, so fakers, ah

No players, I'm Hollygrove to the heart

Hollygrove from the start, don't cross Earhart

Boulevard was the ward I come from

One-seven, one shot?

Never that, blum-blum

Brr, brr, pop, pop, clap, clap

What the **, Hollygrove, stand up (**), duck

We won, we won

And then we shot that BB gun (get low)

And they lost, and they lost

And we took their **, now it's time to floss (lock and load)

We won, we won

And then we shot that BB gun (yeah, me and my ** Maine is in here smoking and laughing at you cats)

And they lost, and they lost

And we took their **, now it's time to floss (let's toast to how funny these guys are, we lock and load)

Get 'em, get 'em, Weezy, hit 'em where you kill 'em easy

Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, they find 'em tomorrow evening

Sinking, I'm probably drinking that syrup

Thinking I won't slip, even though I'm leaning like a broke hip

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

That's a somersault, backspin, full flip for you

Push this button, I flip out and hit something

Miss nothing, I'm just busting until the scene clean

Twelve hundred for the jeans, stop playing

Hundred dollars for the Glock in my pants, who the man?

I am when I stand with it pointed right at your face

Knock your brains from the back of your neck for lack of respect

I strap a jet-black gat 'til the death

Tell my mama to bury me with that, no bullshitting

My hood getting kinda crazy where I be

So Ronnie's with me 'cause he's the OG (**)

We won, we won

And then we shot that BB gun (I told 'em)

And they lost, and they lost

And we took their **, now it's time to floss (gotta duck your head, lock and load)

We won (these ** mad), we won

And then we shot that BB gun (you know they hate you when you get money on 'em)

And they lost, and they lost (but they're losing, that's right)

And we took their **, now it's time to floss (Yeah, lock and load)

Yeah, fresh out the back seat of the phiggity-Phantom

The haters, I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like, "What up?

"

If it ain't 'bout money, I keep going

I'm tryna get that green, ** tryna mow my lawn, but **

Them boys, I got the shotty on my arm

If them boys run up, I leave their bodies on the lawn

And duck the ** outta there, 'cause baby, it's outta there

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

It's all over, all of your brains is all over the motherfucking block

I'm a motherfucking rock

Hardbody, Eagle Street, seventeen shots

Night vision, double clip, hot steady beam Glock

Pop, drop, little man, drop

This is not for little **, you're man or a fox?

I'm laying in the drop, thinking of more money

Cash Money, Young Money, take money, your money (**)

We won, we won

And then we shot that BB gun

And they lost, and they lost

And we took their **, now it's time to floss (yeah, lock and load)

We won, we won (you know, I thought they knew it was really real, Daddy)

And then we shot that BB gun (yeah, homeboy)

And they lost, and they lost

And we took their **, now it's time to floss (my motherfucking wristband was three hundred dollars)

No lie (lock and load)

Dolce & Gabanna

They should pay me for saying that **

So is my jeans

They wasn't three hundred, but they're Dolce too

Yeah

We won, **, we winning over here

That's right, hey

Somebody call Gordon, tell him pull up front

Open the doors, suicide 'em

Let's ride out

If you got money, you know what the ** I'm talking 'bout

If you don't, keep thinking

If you can do that

Your losing streak is going up

Why?

'Cause we're here

And I'll ** this up today, straight up