Lyrical Breakdown of Locked & Loaded - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Locked & Loaded" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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(Beat Execs) 'Chu on, fo'?
Top underscore YoungBoy 3800 (Guwap)
You know we still
We still ridin' 'round in the dark
(I bet my last track
Probably gave you lockjaw)
When they go, they feel
(Hey, Lilkdubb) , nigga
We go body for body, blood for blood
However you wanna do it, you heard me?
I grew up around some thugs
And I 'came influenced
And I'm spreadin' it to the influence
Hmm, locked up
Locked and loaded, fire, we be ridin'
(Let's go, ayy)
Tryna leave his brain at the bottom
Every nigga 'round me ready for some problems
Just know we left that nigga
Dead if we shot 'em
We gon' blow the strap like back to back
Like "Hold on that" from night to mornin'
Chase the stacks then they can
Check the motor stats
Pockets got a fifty stack
Ridin' 'round with a Fifty Gat
Nigga know I'm on they ass, he felt a strap
No shakin' back
We gon' wet another block, zip 'em all
I know they can (Bah)
Pussy nigga run and tell the cops
That I done gon' mad (Slime)
Dripper with the wind, bullets flyin'
Took his soul pass
You know what I'm on just from my eyes
I'm cold, cut off the fans (Cut off)
Hmm, locked up
Locked and loaded, fire, we be ridin'
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Tryna leave his brain at the bottom
Every nigga 'round me ready for some problems
(Hey, let's go) just know we left that nigga
Dead if we shot 'em
We gon' blow the strap like back to back
Like "Hold on that" from night to mornin'
Chase the stacks then they can
Check the motor stats
Pockets got a fifty stack
Ridin' 'round with a Fifty Gat
Nigga know I'm on they ass, he felt a strap
No shakin' back (Ah ah, slime)
Yeah, locked and loaded, fire, we be ridin'
Yeah, tryna leave his brain at the bottom
Every nigga 'round me ready for some problems
Know we left that nigga dead if we shot 'em