Locked In - G Herbo

I was in a slump

Ever since I lost my brother, I’ve been getting drunk

Slowly crawling out the hump, shit got me fucked up, mentally

Any nigga play with me I dunk, 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, bitch 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 Fuck though

Clips with hunchos, glocks with switches get a bunch of em

Had them killas touch on em, like they got a crush on em

We get niggas scared shots never put a crutch on em

Like the gear, I clutch on it

We could wait to buss on em

Took years he had luck though but fuck buddy he cutthroat

Me and foenem cut throats

We ain’t waiting on no get backs so it’s bro nem must go

Run up hittin, really with that, we make niggas drop poles

Man, shout out to the hoes, we make bitches drop lo’s

And they texting lock codes

He a hoe, his glock cold

Fingers twitching when I tote, fire itching in my coat

I’m a say it and I quote: I can’t wait for gun smoke

In them trenches I’m a goat, like my mama fuck goats

I can’t sleep I stay woke

Silent I’m forever woke

Dreamin like I’m never woke

Got knowledge I’m forever woke

Setbacks but I got better though

The realest shit I never wrote

I’m crazy but I’m clever though

They came to me I never spoke

Gang shit I’m claiming it

Get angry I’m dangerous

Don’t run I got range

This shit change me when I’m aiming it

120 in 2 lanes

Swervo can’t be in no Wrangler

200 on 2 chains when they hang and they tanglin

I hustle all day I come from hallways slangin it

You hop out broad day, fuck with you the long way, rectangular

This shit ain’t hard man my opps be sitting ducks, dangling

We tint trucks daily

At least ten of us we keep our fingers twisted up bangin

You ain’t on shit what?

Pussy be cliqued up

Don’t give no fuck yo clique sus

Don’t put em against us

Don’t leave niggas stiff on the fence stuck

Forgive me again for my sins

Many men fall victim of this sin cause they friends

Cuz I need a cleanse I need a rinse

Blew his fuckin brains out ain’t make no sense

Throwin B’s up we swarm shit, on cap

I love revenge, that’s a warm dish, no bap