NLE Choppa - LOCK IN Lyrics

Lyrics LOCK IN - NLE Choppa



Mm, mm
I keep seein' red and I'm draped in all black, hah
I keep seein' red, draped in all black, ha (all black)
Voices in my head sayin', "Get a nigga whacked" (sayin', "Kill 'em, nigga")
Balenciaga fit with a Bali, gangster fashion (oh yeah)
Balenciaga bitch got off runway up in Paris (oh yeah)
Balenciaga kicks, you step on these and get embarrassed (ayy, you'll get fucked up in here)
Knowin' that I'm lit, my side bitches wanna marry me (they wanna marry me)
Know I'm certified, a couple niggas wanna bury me (wanna bury me)
Definition of provide, my pockets like a charity, I give back (big giver)
My dog turned snake, he was a real nigga, I give him that (he was)
Key word is was, benefit or doubts can make you lack (can make you lack)
Crippin', but I'm seein' red flags, I had to fall back (I had to fall back)
Call me, I slid for you, I called and you ain't call back (you ain't call back)
How that work? I put you first, can't reimburse my love back (my love back)
Rode for you like hubcaps, that's no cap, I'm speakin' fact (speakin' factuals)
Give a nigga love taps, it's all love, but it's a wrap (gon' clap at you)
How we go from hugs and daps to slug and slaps? How we collapse?
Man, I'm whole different lane (different lane)
Private jet, I rent the plane (rent the plane
Think I might just buy a plane (buy a plane)
Fly 'til I am the plane (I am the plane)
Flawless diamonds on my chain (that's on my chain)
Nick the jeweler did his thang (did his thang)
Money make my pants hang, I walk like I ain't got home-trainin'
My shooter, he ain't got it all, he lost his sense of mojo (yeah)
In his cell smokin' Ice Spice, K-2, he loco (oh yeah)
Institutionalized, he want Chi Chi's, fuck a Bossa Nova (oh yeah)
All he know is homicide, he brainwashed, my top soldier (yeah)
Ayy, tell a nigga, "Lock in" (brrt)
My focus up, my paper up, I'm feelin' polished (I'm feelin' polished)
Her legs up, a freaky slut, and she in college (she in college)
My head up, was fed up, I stayed solid (stayed solid)
Rainy days rained on me, when it rain it pour (nigga)
Balenciaga rain coat tellin' the rain to go (nigga)
Rain, sleet, or snow, I chase a check, you movin' slow (yeah)
Ayy, 'fore I sell my soul, I'd rather go and sell a 'bow (sell a 'bow)
Or a sell a hoe and break a hoe like she was somethin' to smoke
Game in the choke, they tappin' out, but I ain't lettin' go
I'm gettin' throat from that rap nigga bitch and he don't know (he don't know)
Don't trust her though, don't trust a hoe as far as I can throw (I can throw it)
In the mix like bakin' soda (soda)
Quick trip to Indiana and 'Nola (and 'Nola)
Take the switches off the toaster (toaster)
Binaries on the poker (poker)
Every time I make a post, bitches' pussy gettin' soakin' (soakin')
Nigga better watch his ho (watch it), you ain't heard they gettin' stolen? (Gettin' took, nigga)
Shawty had a ring around her finger, she was still open
Come and get your bitch, she choosin', mama always said I'm chosen
Only thing she get from me is dick and you be trickin' over it (goddamn)
Your bitch leave her happy home just to fuck up on my sofa (goddamn)
Bisexual bitch, I fuck her like a bear, we bipolar
Can't pick a bitch, if it was up to me, want all of 'em (want all of 'em)
This glove won't fit around this dick, I'm O.J. Simpson brother
She got the wrong sized rubber, so raw how we fuckin'
I'm curvin' bitches that I used to beat my dick to (on God)
Tell Vivica Fox, I treat cougars like they cook food
Megan Good, keep that shit tight for me and it's understood (and it's understood)
I ain't no pastor, but if you want me to, I could and would (yeah)
Ayy, tell a nigga, "Lock in"
My focus up, my paper up, I'm feelin' polished
Her legs up, a freaky slut, and she in college (she in college)
My head up, was fed up, I stayed solid (I stayed solid)
Rainy days rained on me, when it rain it pour (when it rain it pour)
Balenciaga rain coat tellin' the rain to go (tellin' the rain to go)
Rain, sleet, or snow, I chase a check, you movin' slow (ayy, you movin' slow)
Ayy, 'fore I sell my soul, I'd rather go and sell a 'bow (sell a 'bow)
Nigga, lock in (lock in)
And she in college (college)
I'm feelin' polished



Writer(s): Bryson Lashun Potts, Brian Christopher Roke, Raphael Edet Iii Udo, Mikefrom31st


NLE Choppa - Cottonwood 2 (Deluxe)
Album Cottonwood 2 (Deluxe)
date of release
17-04-2023




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