Lock Load (Explicit)-Conway the Machine
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Lock Load (Explicit) - Conway the Machine/Beanie Sigel

Lyrics by:Desmond Price/Dwight Grant/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock

Composed by:Desmond Price/Dwight Grant/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock

Yeah it's spooky

Way too spooky n***a

Yeah uh look

Yeah

Everywhere I go I got it on me n***a

I got it right now

And I ain't lettin' s**t slide

I ain't lettin' that s**t ride n***a

Go head and try me if you want n***a

What's poppin'

I let this f**kin' clip fly

Doot doot doot

GxF to the death n***a

Griselda

And I'd never switch sides

This s**t for life homie that's my word

You know how we play it over here n***a

You know what's up p***y

We get it poppin' on this side

This side brr

Lock

Lock

Load

Load

Lock

Lock

Load

Load you know what's up n***a

Lock

Lock

Load

Load

Lock

Lock yeah

Load

Load yeah

You can go and ask them other n***as they'll tell you what's up

I already been through there and hit one of them n***as up

Doot doot doot doot doot

Momma start thinkin' I'm crazy baby mama think I'm nuts

Ever since them n***as shot me I just stopped givin' a f**k

Ha

I'm losin' my marbles lettin' that AR go

fifty shot sticks'll do you n***as something horrible

Brr

Two sixty on the digi' dash look how fast my car go

Vroom

Talk about my face but can't say s**t about my bars though

Hahahaha

Have my shooter snort a few grams kick his door for the yams

Hah

While I'm smokin' kush with a b***h I just imported from France

Cash

Rockin' Bathing Ape s**t that I just bought in Japan

Woo

I get to trippin' get the blick and this AR in my hand

Brr brr brr

Every bullet in the cartridges land

The stick look like a guitar in my hands drummin' like I'm part of a band

Woo

My dog was behind the wall with your man

Hah

I heard you got friendly extorted in the can you thought I was playin'

Brr

Everywhere I go I got it on me n***a

Cash

And I ain't lettin' s**t slide

I ain't lettin' that s**t ride n***a

Go head and try me if you want n***a

What up n***a

I let this f**kin' clip fly

That's my word n***a run up and see what's good

GxF to the death n***a

Griselda n***a

And I won't ever switch sides

This s**t for life homie

You know how we play it over here n***a

You know what's up p***y

We get it poppin' on this side

Brr

Lock

Lock talk to 'em

Load

Load this that real n***a

Lock

Lock this that real n***a

Load

Load

Lock

Lock gangster s**t n***a

Load

Load all my shooters lock and load n***a

Lock

Lock

Load

Brr yeah

SP DrumWork s**t

Yeah

211s no turnin' no 187s

Uh

That black and grey checker hold the heckler

Ha ha

Your vest obsolete when we squeeze from the neck up

M 16 I'm quick with the inf

Feel like Tony squinting readin' a blimp

The world is yours chico uh huh the art of war is lethal

Never cease it if the score is equal

Nah

I kill 'em all dead

All dead

Run in they spot paint the walls red

Walls red

Glock 40 for the bald heads

Bald heads

Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite

Why

I'll kill a n***a

Make duffel off of tour but then it's back to the wicked s**t

Ah

Yeah like I'm in tune with my djinn

A hard flick when I spit without using a pen

Hrr

Dance with the devil the death call

I'm out the Buff with the slanted face killer with Bells Pals'

Call our bluff get stuffed in a can or a wood coffin

Or get clipped when that clip with the switch get lift off

Brr grr

Lock

Lock

Load

Load

Lock

Lock

Load

Load

Lock

Lock

Load

Load

Lock

Lock

Load

Load yeah

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom

Doot doot doot doot

Brr

Yeah

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