YoVelli - Locked in (feat. Buku Bandz) Lyrics

YoVelli
Ah
A couple of burners
Baby, we coolin
Cos we keep it locked in
Ain't focus on turn up
I need the bag
'fore a nigga get locked in
My baby a shooter
She keep a ruler on bottom:
It's stocked in
Feds at the door
We hear'em knock in
Hammer the door
Soon as it knocks it
She gon blow
F*ck u know bout a rider
Right
She keep a pole
Nine
Always beside her
She train to go
Go
Streets hotter than lava
She google ya home
And we playin pop-up
(Yeh)
This & that about drama setta
Boy, you don't want no smoke
(No smoke) ugh
Youngin's leave ya
In the trauma center
Got'cha prayin to the pope
(Oh god)
On the block
Got the feds fed-up
I was slangin on the low (Packs)
Yeh
Hunnid racks
Hunnid racks
Yeh
Foreign coupe
Check the back
Yeh
This dick ain't for Amateurs
My sex drive gotta Passenger hoe
4 shows on my Calendar
My accountant gotta use Calculus tho
Fosho got my Hustle up
Never been the type to Hassle'er tho
This a life she ain't Passin up
But when I'm done
I Pass her like
Couple of burners
Baby, we coolin
Cos we keep it locked in
Ain't focus on turn up
I need the bag
'fore a nigga get locked in
My baby a shooter
She keep a ruler on bottom:
It's stocked in
Feds at the door
We hear'em knock in
Hammer the door
Soon as it knocks it
She gon blow
They cant box me out
No, they can't lock me in
Me and YoVelli
We gonna get it in
Casted down from heaven
To a world of sin
Like f*ck it
If we get it
We gon spend again
Tats on my neck and my face
Do you really wanna talk about pain
I been up for days
Can't sleep
Can't feel my face
F*ck it you ain't wit the gang
Your mad your bitch get slain
F*ck it you ain't for the gang
Your mad your bitch get slain
(Ah) a couple of burners
Baby, we coolin
Cos we keep it locked in
Ain't focus on turn up
I need the bag
'fore a nigga get locked in
My baby a shooter
She keep a ruler on bottom:
It's stocked in
Feds at the door
We hear'em knock in
Hammer the door
Soon as it knocks it
She gon blow
YoVelli
Ahh
Ahhhh