Lock And Load (Explicit)

Lock And Load - Lil Wayne (李爾·韋恩)

We won, we won

And then we shot that BB gun

And they lost, and they lost

Cause we took they sh*t, now its time to floss

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 Pirellis

So secured no security, no protectin no comparing

Lok and heavy, Ocean 11

Aviators, both tickers, so figures

No playas, I'm Hollygrove to the heart

Hollygrove from the start

Don't cross Earhardt

Boulevard where the ward I come from

17, one shot, never that (blum blum)

Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!

What the f**k, Hollygrove stand up Ni**a!

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

I'm 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 full 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 *tin

My hood getting kinda crazy where I be

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

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, *s tryna mow my lawn

But F**k, them boys I got the shottie on my arm

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

And Duck the f**k out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there

If this was a movie its time to roll the credits, cut!

Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the motherf**kin block!

I'm a motherf**kin 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 b**ches you man or a fox

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

Cash money, young money

Take money, your money.