Locked In Lyrics – G Herbo
Singer: G Herbo
Title: Locked In
808 Mafia
Ayy
I was in a slump (Was in a slump)
Ever since I lost my brother, I been gettin’ drunk
Slowly crawling out the hump, sh#t got me f#cked up, mentally
Any n#gg# play with me, I dump, physically
Everywhere I be, we keep a couple Glocks tucked
I ain’t hard to see, I’m in that Double R truck
I can’t lie, I got a lot of money, ton of money
Stackin’ money, I don’t walk to money, run to money
Money callin’, b#tch, I go to money, come to money
Money fallin’, I got winter money, summer money
Uh-oh, woke up, spent a hundo’
Still don’t give a f#ck, though
Clips with huncho’s, Glocks with switches, hit a bunch of ’em
How them killers touch on ’em, like they got a crush on ’em
We give n#gg#s headshots, never put a crutch on ’em
Like to get our clutch on it, we couldn’t wait to bust on ’em
Two gears, he had lug, though, he f#cked but he cutthroat
Me and Foenem cut throats
We ain’t waitin’ on no get backs, so it’s Bronem must go
Run up, really with that, we make n#gg#s drop poles
Man, shout out to the hoes, we make b#tches drop loads
And they textin’ lock codes, he a ho, his Glock cold
Finger twitchin’ when I tote, fire itchin’ in my coat
I’ma say it, and I quote: “I can’t wait for gun smoke”
In them trenches, I’m a G.O.A.T.
Like my mama, f#ck goats
I can’t sleep, why I stay woke
Solid, I’m forever woke
Dreamin’
Got knowledge, I’m forever woke
Setbacks but I got better, though, the realest sh#t, I never wrote
But I’m crazy, but I’m clever, though
They came to me, I never spoke
Gang sh#t, I’m claimin’ it
Get angry, I’m dangerous
Don’t run, I got range
This sh#t change me when I’m aimin’ it
One-twenty in two lanes
Swervo can’t be in no wrangler
Two-hundred on two chains, when they hangin’, they tanglin’
I hustle all day, I come from hallways, slangin’ it
You hop out broad day, f#ck with you the long way, rectangular
This sh#t ain’t hard, man, my opps be sittin’ ducks, danglin’
We tint trucks daily
At least ten of us, we keep our fingers twisted up, bangin’
You ain’t on sh#t, what (What?)
p#ssies be cliqued up
Don’t give no f#ck, your clique sus (Clique sus)
Put ’em against us
Gon’ leave n#gg#s stiff on the ‘fense up
Forgive me again for my sins
It’s many men, fall victim of this [?] ’cause they friends
‘Cause I need a cleanse (Ayy)
I need a rinse (Yeah)
Blew his f#ckin’ brains out, ain’t make no sense, yeah
Throwin’ Bs up, we swarm sh#t, on cap
I love revenge, that’s a warm dish, no bap
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
You can purchase their music thru
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Other Popular Songs:
WhosMerci - 30 Missed Calls
Ryan Clair Music - Were You There?
Lyrics G Herbo – Locked In
Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all songs.
We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂
You can purchase their music thru