Locked & Loaded
• Written by C4Yourself
Ay! I bust on my sweats with these seven-six twos.
With a tier 4 vest, we gun let clips go loose
From the top of the dome, these berettas go (DOOF!)
It would still go over your head like the roof.
I did what I said that I said I'm gonna do.
Pull up, bow, you're dead, and I proved
once again if you mess with me, I'm better than you.
If your homie gonna front, then lead's gonna spew.
Ay! I bust on my sweats with these seven-six twos.
With a tier 4 vest, we gun let clips go loose
From the top of the dome, these berettas go (DOOF!)
It would still go over your head like the roof.
I did what I said that I said I'm gonna do.
Pull up, bow, you're dead, and I proved
once again if you mess with me, I'm better than you.
If your homie gonna front, then lead's gonna spew.
All that you speds do amuse me on my set with this music
A couple of your dawgs caused me several issues
and I murdered them. All that's left: blood tissue.
And just like the virus, they spread out the news.
Bitch, did this AK-47 let the message get through?
Recently, I just got my neck off the noose.
Your times coming soon and I left it in the queue.
Your shit actually has a lesser value.
I think that we've learned a lesson or two.
This pussy's about to get wetter than blue.
Bitch, go to hell, with the rest of the Jews.
11 in heaven and yet I refuse
to put down any and all of the weapons I use.
I'm zero to sixty in a second or 2.
I question why you
double cross my fucking ass and just to
get threatened on Tuesday
and murdered on Monday with my mega-harpoon.
If I'm excused, are you gonna let me abuse
you with this shit I put together. The pen is the glue.
It's past time my expenses are due
and I ain't gonna pay the ad revenue.
As a matter of fact, it's six in the noon
and this bitch in a mood
but I got the bread. Get the food.
This ought to teach you that you better not feud.
You keep on meat-eating on sticks and bamboo.
I'm in hot pursuit like a 70's cruise.
Denting my Ds-E-Tenses with less than a bruise.
I've had it with this shit. I'm fed up with you.
Ay! I bust on my sweats with these seven-six twos.
With a tier 4 vest, we gun let clips go loose
From the top of the dome, these berettas go (DOOF!)
It would still go over your head like the roof.
I did what I said that I said I'm gonna do.
Pull up, bow, you're dead, and I proved
once again if you mess with me, I'm better than you.
If your homie gonna front, then leads gonna spew.
Ay! I bust on my sweats with these seven-six twos.
With a tier 4 vest, we gun let clips go loose
From the top of the dome, these berettas go (DOOF!)
It would still go over your head like the roof.
I did what I said that I said I'm gonna do.
Pull up, bow, you're dead, and I proved
once again if you mess with me, I'm better than you.
If your homie gonna front, then leads gonna spew.
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C4Yourself
Member since January 11 2024