We Locked In

Lyrics

[Intro: FMB DZ] (AP) What's up, Pape? [Verse: FMB DZ] I'm a made man, you know ain't no talkin' me to death (Nah) Pull up in a 'Vette, I be smokin' Peanut Butter Breath (Yeah) They can't fuck with me, truly I ain't met a nigga yet I keep the apes with me, we be yellin' Woop and beatin' our chest Walkin' through the club, we be movin' niggas out the way (Yeah) Got in with the snub, brodie at the door with baby Drac' I get to hoin' hoes, I be mushin' bitches in they face Bitch, I'm a big dog, I don't want that head, only want straight [?] Oh, you ain't hear 'bout it? They call me Mr. Blow-a-Hundred-Thousand-and-Don't-Carе-About-It Forty-ball on me, I got ten thousand in each pockеt (Yeah) Ain't no nigga takin' shit from me 'cause I'm a rottweiler (Nah) Hangin' out the window broad day, let a Glock holler [Chorus: Paperboy Rell] First day was hatin', now they tryna shake my hand [?] hundred pints, tryna make a half a man Alphabet boys ridin' with them F&Ns This AP a skeleton, a dead man on my hand You switchin' sides, yeah, I thought you was my man Your own brother crossed you out for them bands These fake niggas ain't gang, they pretend (Nah) Fast Money Boyz, PVC, we locked in [Verse 2: FMB DZ] Can't let 'em cross you out, don't show them boys the route (Don't show 'em) I'm best friends with the plug, I never seent a drought Got my young niggas in the club, they'd air it out We'd pull up to a nigga house, we know your whereabouts We only put Forgis on the coupes, we don't Rucci ride (Skrrt) Tell a nigga dick his partner up, I'm on that Gucci time I just counted up a sixty-ball in some Gucci slides (Yeah) Never gotta question my respect, niggas gettin' mine Blood on my neck, reach for that, that's how I'ma side Gotta know the boogeyman close whenever I'm outside Pull up like the president, they know I'd ride I'ma hop out, a nigga tried some shit, everybody died [Chorus: Paperboy Rell] First day was hatin', now they tryna shake my hand [?] hundred pints, tryna make a half a man Alphabet boys ridin' with them F&Ns This AP a skeleton, a dead man on my hand You switchin' sides, yeah, I thought you was my man Your own brother crossed you out for them bands These fake niggas ain't gang, they pretend (Nah) Fast Money Boyz, PVC, we locked in