ฟังเพลงLocked Up (Explicit)

Locked Up (Explicit) - Lil Skies

Lyrics by：Kimetrius Foose/Durrell Barbour/Connor Mannina

Steeze beats from space bro

Ayo Rello

So fly so high up in the sky

I am that n***a b***h you f**kin' with Skies let's go

I don't know about you n***as

I'm gettin' my money that's for sure

Mhm

I'ma do this for the bros

That's all locked up down the road

Hm

You claim you a real-a*s n***a

You got in that room and you told huh

Mm

How funny how these n***as claim they soldiers

But they fold yeah

I stay with a army we fully equipped

We goin' right in huh

In

I take all my losses

Throw them in the dirt and I learn how to win yeah

Win

We came up from nothin'

We showin' you that this s**t ain't pretend

Oh no

If God come and get me

I promise I'm not confessin' my sins yeah

Oh no

I stay with the goons

I stay with the problems we shootin' the AK

The AK

When I see a opp

I'm feelin' so happy it feel like a payday

Payday

I could've been Craig up on the porch chillin' with Day Day

Day Day

But now I got money

And now I'm a star and they all wanna know

Let's go

I ran them bands up

I'm livin' my life like no average Joe

No-no

If you are a ho I promise

My n***a you will get exposed

On gang

We loaded the guns

We shootin' the bullets we goin' boom

I keep me a shooter

He sound like rain when he walk in the room

Pew-pew pew-pew

I dress in all black uh

Pew-pew pew-pew

I got a MAC hm

Pew-pew pew-pew

I'm sippin' this lean

Pew

I fell on my back

Pew

I had heart attack hm

Pew

But then I came back hm

Pew pew

I promise I'm like that n***a

Pew pew

I'm not with the chit-chat n***a

Pew pew

F**k around get your s**t cracked n***a

Pew

Callin' the dispatch n***a

Old cop-a*s n***a you a old clown-a*s n***a

Old bop-a*s n***a

We don't wanna be around your a*s n***a

Wanna be around the gang

But you a clown-a*s n***a

I got them ones came from the bottom

I keep me a gun

I put that on my son a n***a try me

I'm not gonna run

If I come with a stick

I do your a*s up you know what I'm on

Uh

Fifty thousand on me in the duffel bag it's Louis Vuitton

Uh

I bought my mom a house

Now when I get bored I fish in her pond

Uh

The family come over the chef is cookin' filet mignon

Uh

We used to eat noodles but we not eatin' no ramen

Uh

Top of the mornin' my n***a

I'm stuntin' because I'm the one

Uh

Oh you get a lot of love

Yeah

Oh you get a lot of d**gs

Oh yeah

Don't give me nothin'

Mm-mm

Sing to a b***h they ruffin'

Let's go

Got tattoos on my stomach

Oh yeah

I don't really like to be in public

Mm-mm

Most of these n***as ain't thuggin'

Mm-mm

Most of these n***as ain't clutchin'

Mm-mm

Live my life like a maze

I ain't seein' no more rainy days

Mm-mm

I done been through so much pain

Now a b***h can't tell me a thang

N***a you don't feel my pain

N***a you can't fit in this Range

B***h actin' strange she lit

Skrrt

I'ma f**k around f**k that b***h

Skrrt-skrrt

Kick her to the curb they know I gotta dip

Mhm

Get money that is my pivot

Oh yeah

I'ma keep winnin' 'cause I did it

I'm livin'

I don't really like talkin' to n***as

No no

I don't really even talk to these b***hes

F**k y'all

I'm never really like that my n***a

On God

On God he is my witness

Mhm

N***a try me mm

We gon' wash and mop him up with the dishes

Really don't do no snitchin'

No no

I really don't do no pretendin'

Oh yeah

I been livin' my life like a demon

On God

I could show you n***as how to get it

Mm

I been gettin' money for a f**kin' reason

I been stuntin' hard all four seasons

I been sippin' this lean I'm leanin'

Drivin' too fast you ain't catch me speedin'