Lock N Load ft. FON King 3rd Lyrics

Back against the wall I won't fold

Hard body put that on my soul

Lock and load

I got no love for these niggas my heart cold

On the road my balls and my pole

That's all I know

This game is to be sold no love cause you told

Should of known you lil niggas was gone fold cause you a hoe

We getting old hustle for our goals

Won't stop until my pockets on swole That's on the four

Break a brick down I'm tryna see some paper

Independent like t draper I'm tryna eat the cake up

Like Anna may grams to weight

I got bands to make

Lil man's don't play yo man's play he let the cannon spray

Talking what he done heard but nigga he a nerd

I'm just tryna see some birds

Me and king third

Gone whip a brick up we don't talk my nigga we got the hick ups

Making drop offs nigga and pick ups tryna get the chips up

All about the chicken all about the feddy

Whip it like my pops call me freddy

Bitch they ain't ready

We keep drugs pharmacy we got the bomb est tree

A r ain't no harming me that on the army

Bitch now my vision clear bitch I can see the plan

You fake made up peter pan I'm tryna see some bands

I got to mention you switched up with out a pop to piss in

F o n bitch I'm not switching

Chasing gwop chicken

Back against the wall I won't fold

Hard body put that on my soul

Lock and load

I got no love for these niggas my heart cold

On the road my balls and my pole

That's all I know

This game is to be sold no love cause you told

Should of known you lil niggas was gone fold cause you a hoe

We getting old hustle for our goals

Won't stop until my pockets on swole That's on the four

Whole crew win I turn two into ten

Cut them loose ends then I do it again

Off yack loose hen ain't no juice n no gin

Grinding

Like I'm on the duce again when young Zeus was ten

Cop soft whip hard that's the resume

Over cheddar we gone let that wetter spray and pray for better days

Locked in I'ma win I'ma prophet again

Unk hit the block he gone spin he be copping again

He gone double back

I was raised where it's trouble at

Poverty we had no choice but to juggle crack

Or you can starve

You can fall off messy Marv

I'ma ball tossing game like bret farve

Bout my paper my paper

Bout my chicken my cheese

That's pure it's uncut got them weak in the knee's

I setup shop tell the knocks dope lyrics and tree's

I heat your trap spot up till it's four hundred degrees

With ease

Back against the wall I won't fold

Hard body put that on my soul

Lock and load

I got no love for these niggas my heart cold

On the road my balls and my pole

That's all I know

This game is to be sold no love cause you told

Should of known you lil niggas was gone fold cause you a hoe

We getting old hustle for our goals

Won't stop until my pockets on swoll That's on the four

Lock in load niggas not sticking to the code

Sell they soul to be a hoe I knew niggas would fold

Pitching nigga dope you can go and check the dro

Playing with my guys we gone go and up the score

Shit I grew up in the shadys

So I'm looking through the scope

Why this nigga steady hating what that nigga talking for

You ain't kicking up no dust nigga get up off the flow

If I got the blower on me know it's not for sho

Niggas tripping i swear i look at niggas different

I'm getting back to the bag after that breafly intermission

Fuck a nigga in his feelings

Nigga pull up with the dribbling

I swear I put that on my siblings

Bust on everyone attending nigga

In the meantime tryna stack the cheese high

Steady kickin' on these classic like a box of redbox

They off the ron nigga need to detox

The boy heat niggas sleep if they say that he not

Stupid

Back against the wall I won't fold

Hard body put that on my soul

Lock and load

I got no love for these niggas my heart cold

On the road my balls and my pole

That's all I know

This game is to be sold no love cause you told

Should of known you lil niggas was gone fold cause you a hoe

We getting old hustle for our goals

Won't stop until my pockets on swoll That's on the four

Back against the wall I won't fold

Hard body put that on my soul

Lock and load

I got no love for these niggas my heart cold

On the road my balls and my pole

That's all I know

This game is to be sold no love cause you told

Should of known you lil niggas was gone fold cause you a hoe

We getting old hustle for our goals

Won't stop until my pockets on swoll That's on the four