Lock And Load Ringtone HOT!

Lock And Load Lyrics

[Chorus] 2x


We won, we won


And then we shot that BB gun


And they lost, and they lost


Til we took they shit, now its time to floss





[Verse 1]


22 year old 17 war vet


Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette


Little red handkerchief, hangin out the right side


Back pocket jeans fallin, Couple my evisu signed


Yep we do shine, and they gon' hate


But they hated Jesus baby we won't break


So we ride like 4 Pirelli's


So secured no security, no protectin no comparing


Lok and heavy, Ocean 11


Aviators, both tickers, so figures


No playas, I'm Holly Grove to the heart


Hollygrove from the start


Don't cross Earhardt


Boulevard where the ward I come from


171 shot, never that (blum blum)


Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!


What the fuck, Hollygrove stand up Nigga!





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[Verse 2]


Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em where you kill 'em easy


Sit 'em in the river, leave em, they find 'em tomorrow evening


Sinkin or probly drinkin that syrup


Thinkin I won't slip, even though I'm leanin like a broke hip


He don't know I got the nina wit the 4 clip


Thats a somersault back spin full flip for ya?


Push this button, I flip out and hit something


Miss nothin I'm just bustin until this scene clean


12 hundred for the jeans stop playin


Hundred dollars for the glock in my pants


Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face


Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect


I- strap a jet black gat 'til the deck


Tell the mama to bury me with that, No Bullshittin'


My hood getting kinda crazy where I be


So Ronie's with me cuz he's the OG





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[Verse 3]


Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom


The haters I make 'em mad 'em when I wave at 'em like what up?!


If it ain't about money I keep goin


I tryna get that green, niggaz tryna mow my lawn


But Fuck, them boys I got the shottie on my arm


If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn


And Duck the fuck out a there, cuz baby its hot out there


If this was a movie it's time to roll the credits, cut!


Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the motherfuckin' block!


I'm a motherfuckin' rock!


Hard body eagle street 17 shots


Night vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!


Drop little man drop


This is not for little bitches you man or a fox


I'm layin in the drop, thinking of more money


Cash money, young money


Take money, your money





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