Big Leto - Lock Out lyrics

rate me

VIP had war with the D seven

no tits you can still get your teeth wet

oh, back in the raspies niggas had retches

I went the traffic snuck big taxin,

soon hate got a lamburg pease,

we used to see Hammer squeeze in the streets right in gun nigga gun fuse

pop west two shots at the lunch..

come through to the plots that thing at,

met young had heart car trained at,

lane cash don't rap like we rap,

300 hundred on the chest black P neck

respect stay dreads on Franklin

your palls big heads on Franklins

no Lincolns reds all better

and we come through leans all ever nigga, let yeah

Hook:

Yeah got the swing, my niggas on the flat for being lock out,

yeah we start the L, my nigga is on the rocky bell, lock out,

yeah cat to swing my nigga is on the flat to be lock out

yeah the yard is dome, my nigga is on the ball we on.

Now scream for a second no other in your life never get it twisted,

even though coming off flow is so season

up and down the block chasin I'm didgin

I'm all about bread and all misses,

all this so cold gangsta is key running in lipses,

they better talk about it, never had war over flipping

that roll man listen, my whole team BD been them changes

ask about me I even get doubt to on my benzes

I'm just that dude that hand was business

and never take no for answer,

when I wrote on the set, some face looking pale like,

he was breathing like catching as ma

I'm..with tattoo 50 inch plasma

in the living room getting fume

Hook:

Yeah got the swing, my niggas on the flat for being lock out,

yeah we start the L, my nigga is on the rocky bell, lock out,

yeah cat to swing my nigga is on the flat to be lock out

yeah the yard is dome, my nigga is on the ball we on.