Lil Skies - Locked Up lyrics

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Lil Skies - Locked Up lyrics

Steeze beats from space, bro Ayo, Rello So fly, so high up in the sky I am that ni**a, b*tch, you fu*kin' with Skies, let's go I don't know about you ni**as, I'm gettin' my money, that's for sure (Mhm) I'ma do this for the bros that's all locked up down the road (Hm) You claim you a real-ass ni**a, you got in that room and you told, huh (Mm) How funny how these ni**as claim they soldiers, but they fold, yeah I stay with a army, we fully equipped, we goin' right in, huh (In) I take all my losses, throw them in the dirt and I learn how to win, yeah (Win) We came up from nothin', we showin' you that, this sh*t ain't pretend (Oh, no) If God come and get me, I promise I'm not confessin' my sins, yeah (Oh, no) I stay with the goons, I stay with the problems, we shootin' the AK (The AK) When I see a opp, I'm feelin' so happy, it feel like a payday (Payday) I could've been Craig up on the porch chillin' with Day Day (Day Day) But now I got money and now I'm a star and they all wanna know (Let's go) I ran them bands up, I'm livin' my life like no average Joe (No-no) If you are a ho, I promise, my ni**a, you will get exposed (On gang) We loaded the guns, we shootin' the bullets, we goin' boom I keep me a shooter, he sound like rain when he walk in the room (Pew-pew, pew-pew) I dress in all black, uh (Pew-pew, pew-pew) I got a MAC, hm (Pew-pew, pew-pew) I'm sippin' this lean (Pew), I fell on my back (Pew), I had heart attack, hm (Pew) But then I came back, hm (Pew, pew) I promise I'm like that, ni**a (Pew, pew) I'm not with the chit-chat, ni**a (Pew, pew) fu*k around, get your sh*t cracked, ni**a (Pew) Callin' the dispatch, ni**a Old cop-ass ni**a, you a old clown-ass ni**a Old bop-ass ni**a, we don't wanna be around your ass, ni**a Wanna be around the gang, but you a clown-ass ni**a I got them ones, came from the bottom, I keep me a gun I put that on my son, a ni**a try me, I'm not gonna run If I come with a stick, I do your ass up, you know what I'm on (Uh) Fifty thousand on me in the duffel bag, it's Louis Vuitton (Uh) I bought my mom a house, now when I get bored, I fish in her pond (Uh) The family come over, the chef is cookin' filet mignon (Uh) We used to eat noodles, but we not eatin' no ramen (Uh) Top of the mornin', my ni**a, I'm stuntin' because I'm the one (Uh) Oh, you get a lot of love? (Yeah) Oh, you get a lot of drugs? (Oh, yeah) Don't give me nothin' (Mm-mm) Sing to a b*tch, they ruffin' (Let's go) Got tattoos on my stomach (Oh, yeah) I don't really like to be in public (Mm-mm) Most of these ni**as ain't thuggin' (Mm-mm) Most of these ni**as ain't clutchin' (Mm-mm) Live my life like a maze, I ain't seein' no more rainy days (Mm-mm) I done been through so much pain, now a b*tch can't tell me a thang ni**a, you don't feel my pain, ni**a, you can't fit in this Range b*tch actin' strange, she lit (Skrrt), I'ma fu*k around, fu*k that b*tch (Skrrt-skrrt) Kick her to the curb, they know I gotta dip (Mhm) Get money, that is my pivot (Oh, yeah) I'ma keep winnin' 'cause I did it (I'm livin') I don't really like talkin' to ni**as (No, no) I don't really even talk to these b*tches (fu*k y'all) I'm never really like that, my ni**a (On God) On God, he is my witness (Mhm) ni**a try me, mm, we gon' wash and mop him up with the dishes Really don't do no snitchin' (No, no) I really don't do no pretendin' (Oh, yeah) I been livin' my life like a demon (On God) I could show you ni**as how to get it (Mm) I been gettin' money for a fu*kin' reason I been stuntin' hard all four seasons I been sippin' this lean, I'm leanin' Drivin' too fast, you ain't catch me speedin'