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Hondo Wild - Locked In Lyrics




Rossi got locked up, Lil' Marley got shot up
And that's when I bossed up cause I couldn't take it
Had little patience, it's too much hatred
I'm like, lord take my life and replace it, I hate to say it but I really hate it
I hate the game but I still love to play it
My happiness fading that's why I get faded
So I got locked in now I'm dedicated
I kept my head up
I make the bed up and go get my bread up
I cannot let up
I can't get set up
You gone run up and get wet up
Just a heads up boy I'm fed up
Just a heads up she gone open her legs up
Y'all got y'all heads down we got our heads up
We turn the feds down yall turn the feds up
Boy put yo hands down or put yo hands up
Whatever you do you better not move
Yea I got the toaster I'm about to make food
Glock with a fifty, and it gotta beam I forget to include
My bitch so fine but she rude
I like her swag her mind and her attitude
Might bring her to the stu' and f*ck her in the booth
I know she want to I do too, yea that's a mood
She don't be sneaky, I really love how she always get freaky
I don't gotta ask her to
Yea I f*ck with you still ain't got no cash for you
I don't got no time to feel bad for you
I gotta do what I gotta do
I slide and glide I be passing thru
I still be catching moves, used to passing moves
Now I don't need nobody I got the glass in too

Gun go click clack, lot of kick back make you get back
.45 ACP shells, yea that shit fat
And I'm gone blitz that, you get hit with that
I'm really with that, niggas don't get that
Don't do the chit chat
I'm where the licks at, get one and hit that
With my niggas and we split that
I'm where the hooks and the bricks at
You won't score but if you luck up, we get back
Niggas gone get whacked
Nigga don't get clapped
You tryna box you gone get wrapped
Designer mismatch, I gotta get racks I want them big racks
We really flip packs
You know this shit slap
See where a bitch at, so I can hit that
I love the drugs a lot I can admit that
But I'm really locked in, I gotta quit that

I'm in my bag with this one
I'm gone make them mad with this one
Make these other rappers sad with this one
I'm on they ass with this one
I'm finna blast with this one
You ain't got no cash, go get some
You don't get no ass, go hit some
Get on yo ass with this gun, and I'm gone blast with this gun
I'ma shoot ten and I damn near won't miss one
I see things coming and counter it
So much cash out the blue they think it's counterfeit
And I'm just counting it
I ran it up and I'm proud of it I know they doubted it
I took my best shot and counted it
Shout out the struggle that shit made me hustle
And I made it out of it, everything about it lit
I'm on that power shit chopper devour shit
Nigga this our shit
Good connection, cell phone tower shit
Make them bullets rain, shower shit
Used to feel powerless, but after all of the hours spent
I finally reached empowerment

Rossi got locked up, lil marleyy got shot up
And that's when I bossed up cause I couldn't take it
Had little patience, it's too much hatred
I'm like - lord take my life and replace it, I hate to say it but I really hate it
I hate the game but I still love to play it
My happiness fading that's why I get faded, so I got locked in now I'm dedicated
I kept my head up
I make the bed up and go get my bread up
I cannot let up
I can't get set up
You gon run up and get wet up
Just a heads up boa I'm fed up
Just a heads up she gon open her legs up
Y'all got y'all heads down we got our heads up
We turn the feds down yall turn the feds up
Boa put yo hands down or put yo hands up
Whatever you do you better not move
Cause I got the Glock and
Nigga I'm locked in
When I start poppin, bodies start droppin
Bad bitch sloppy topping we going shopping
Nigga I'm locked in, I bring the guac in
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Rossi got locked up, Lil' Marley got shot up
And that's when I bossed up cause I couldn't take it
Had little patience, it's too much hatred
I'm like, lord take my life and replace it, I hate to say it but I really hate it
I hate the game but I still love to play it
My happiness fading that's why I get faded
So I got locked in now I'm dedicated
I kept my head up
I make the bed up and go get my bread up
I cannot let up
I can't get set up
You gone run up and get wet up
Just a heads up boy I'm fed up
Just a heads up she gone open her legs up
Y'all got y'all heads down we got our heads up
We turn the feds down yall turn the feds up
Boy put yo hands down or put yo hands up
Whatever you do you better not move
Yea I got the toaster I'm about to make food
Glock with a fifty, and it gotta beam I forget to include
My bitch so fine but she rude
I like her swag her mind and her attitude
Might bring her to the stu' and f*ck her in the booth
I know she want to I do too, yea that's a mood
She don't be sneaky, I really love how she always get freaky
I don't gotta ask her to
Yea I f*ck with you still ain't got no cash for you
I don't got no time to feel bad for you
I gotta do what I gotta do
I slide and glide I be passing thru
I still be catching moves, used to passing moves
Now I don't need nobody I got the glass in too

Gun go click clack, lot of kick back make you get back
.45 ACP shells, yea that shit fat
And I'm gone blitz that, you get hit with that
I'm really with that, niggas don't get that
Don't do the chit chat
I'm where the licks at, get one and hit that
With my niggas and we split that
I'm where the hooks and the bricks at
You won't score but if you luck up, we get back
Niggas gone get whacked
Nigga don't get clapped
You tryna box you gone get wrapped
Designer mismatch, I gotta get racks I want them big racks
We really flip packs
You know this shit slap
See where a bitch at, so I can hit that
I love the drugs a lot I can admit that
But I'm really locked in, I gotta quit that

I'm in my bag with this one
I'm gone make them mad with this one
Make these other rappers sad with this one
I'm on they ass with this one
I'm finna blast with this one
You ain't got no cash, go get some
You don't get no ass, go hit some
Get on yo ass with this gun, and I'm gone blast with this gun
I'ma shoot ten and I damn near won't miss one
I see things coming and counter it
So much cash out the blue they think it's counterfeit
And I'm just counting it
I ran it up and I'm proud of it I know they doubted it
I took my best shot and counted it
Shout out the struggle that shit made me hustle
And I made it out of it, everything about it lit
I'm on that power shit chopper devour shit
Nigga this our shit
Good connection, cell phone tower shit
Make them bullets rain, shower shit
Used to feel powerless, but after all of the hours spent
I finally reached empowerment

Rossi got locked up, lil marleyy got shot up
And that's when I bossed up cause I couldn't take it
Had little patience, it's too much hatred
I'm like - lord take my life and replace it, I hate to say it but I really hate it
I hate the game but I still love to play it
My happiness fading that's why I get faded, so I got locked in now I'm dedicated
I kept my head up
I make the bed up and go get my bread up
I cannot let up
I can't get set up
You gon run up and get wet up
Just a heads up boa I'm fed up
Just a heads up she gon open her legs up
Y'all got y'all heads down we got our heads up
We turn the feds down yall turn the feds up
Boa put yo hands down or put yo hands up
Whatever you do you better not move
Cause I got the Glock and
Nigga I'm locked in
When I start poppin, bodies start droppin
Bad bitch sloppy topping we going shopping
Nigga I'm locked in, I bring the guac in
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Writer: ALI THEODORE, ANTHONY MIRABELLA, BENJAMIN DAVID HOSTETLER, DOUG DAVIS, JAMES K PETRIE, JODIE SHIHADEH, SUSAN MELISSA PAROFF
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid

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