Locked In ft. Lil T Young & D-LOV33 Lyrics

It's reminiscence in this motherfucker

Gah, Glah, Rah, Gah, Gah

Lil T Young, D-LOV33, NTL

We taking over

Niggas in denial, finna put they ass on trial

Gathering all the evidence, you can't tell me this ain't bout you

They don't got you like I got you

Ride with me and feel entitled

Scouting out for new recruits, when shit fall apart I reboot

I'ma crash out when I'm super rich

Blessing that these niggas switch

Got a prob like what's the stitch

Confront them then they got a glitch

Smack em with a fact to they mata

Gotta dance slide to the cha-cha

I'm a demon cypher through the drama

Ion even trip yo ass is caught up

Real life shit what a way to blend

Open your mind I recommend

Ignorance damn I can't defend

You're on your own if you make your bed

I tried my way to full expense

There's no one I can't depend

NTL we represent, we steady sturdy, we make a trend

Shawty drive around in a Charger

Play your cards right, play it smarter

Chop it up, we make it darker

She see farther, I see sharper

Play the long game then I drop her

I'm a real one but too hostile

See the picture, is it clear now

Fill her up, call me the doctor

Police on my ass, I'm on the news

Man I need to stop

Rollie dropping out the top and then these niggas said oh why

Hell'on then they said I'm fake

Hell'on get up out my face

30 bussing like I 30 bussed up all these niggas face

Hell'on mama please don't stop before I move it

If everybody talk behind my back and then its screw em

Then wipe they nose just like a slime ball is what we doing

If you thinking you gon' beat me then you must'a be a fool

One two, hit em like i'm mike

We gon' fight, put that ball up in that ice

Ice up in my teeth is white

Hell'on baby want some smoke

Hell'on baby let me know

Throw a figure four then leave the station like damn where he go

If you know I got the blick you better start running don't trip

caught you running from your opps and I caught that shit on a clip

Got my Glocky by my side and that bitch got some extra grip

He was banging blood but now my niggas say he banging crip

Guess what bitch I'm demon sent

Riding around up in a V

Creeping round them opp niggas I guess I put they ass to sleep

On the streets with gang and them

That's them niggas I gotta keep

There's too many things we been through but this one is very steep

People talking behind my back but that's some shit I always peep

Close your eyes and take a leap

When I talk I get too deep

Reminiscing bout them old days I got that shit on repeat

Nigga say he want some drama bet I pull up where you sleep

Put this heat straight to his mind

Bet that nigga rest in peace

How it feel to be deceased

Wait a minute hold on fuck that all these niggas is my sons

Hold on bitch I want my ones

Totin off so many guns

Don't forget I do this for fun