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locked in - ysr gramz & ak bandamont lyrics lyrics

[intro]
(j, this sh+t too crazy)

[verse 1: ak bandamont]
i know you heard about that switch, we got a lot of those
and b+tch start lookin’ through my sh+t, so know you gotta go
b+tch keep bendin’ blocks and slidin’ on opps, that’s what you gotta know
i threw 7.62s in the chopstick and now i’m ’bout to throw ’em
i see a lot of snakes in the grass and now i’m ’bout to mow ’em
that’s why i’m kind of c+cky, got a big head and now i’m ’bout to show ’em
these n+ggas said they streaky, get in that room and they’ll write a poem
they know i live like that, this sh+t for real, bro, i don’t write songs

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
why you ain’t do sh+t to them n+ggas that popped your mans?
if he don’t die when he get shot, he gettin’ popped again
i got some fans that buy weed out in washington
two shots to the chest, he losin’ oxygen
my jamaican out in cali, got p’s, he a rastaman
you want a versе from ysr? come get boxed in
thеy asked me why i f+ck with ak? ’cause we locked in
i’m sick i had to cut my n+gga off, now we opp friends

[verse 3: ak bandamont]
n+ggas keep on sneak dissin’ in songs, come be an opp then
lil’ biddy say that she wanna taste the drank, go get a pop then
i just bought a thousand yercs, i’m finna pop them
and we’d take you off this earth, you gettin’ shot dead
doggy ran fast when we caught him, shorty got legs
a lotta n+ggas said it’s beef, then they got fed
i’m finna teach my cuz how to cook crack, come get a pot and pan
back in ‘015, i had some red and a lot of xans
[verse 4: ysr gramz]
i felt 2pac when he ran down on radaman
we treated his ass like a baseball, we got him out of here
you wanna make what i made off rap, it’s gon’ take a year
please don’t drop no diss songs, we gon’ take it there
my n+gga on the road with pills and pounds, hope he make it there
i know you paid a lot for them shoes, you only got one pair
we gon’ get that lil’ n+gga dropped, he got one more year
i had ten ‘bows this morning, it’s only one more year

[verse 5: ak bandamont]
b+tch, i’ma be a million up, just give me one more year
n+ggas see me out and they get shook, they don’t wanna stare
take a b+tch in the backroom in the trap house, we finna f+ck in there
i hit the b+tch too hard and she started screamin’, she tryna fuss in there

[verse 6: ysr gramz]
my n+gga got bricks in his crib, he got rust in there
talkin’ ’bout he got za in his ‘wood, he got runtz in there
wear a condom every time i f+ck this b+tch, i never nut in her
your trap house slappin’ ’til my lil’ n+ggas run in there

[verse 7: ak bandamont]
it don’t matter where i go, i got a gun in there
come get a brick, but hittin’ it stepped on, they twenty+one a pair
my fiend just knocked a b+tch out for the dope ’cause she ain’t wanna share
this b+tch was tryna trip on me in public, then she got embarrassed
[verse 8: ysr gramz]
my white b+tch like to hit the road, i’m finna call sarah
them lil’+ass diamonds in your chain, you got small carats
how the f+ck you tall as h+ll but got small parents?
my n+gga ta was a k!ller, wish i could call terrance

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