Nyge - Lock Arff lyrics

[Intro: Inch] Yo, what them know about lock arff? Wah? Road get lock arff Face get chop arff Wah? Steel and copper Wah? Everyting lock arff What them know about lock arff? Ayo likkle man What you know about lock arff? [Hook: Inch] Wah? Everyting lock arff Wah? Road get lock arff Wah? Steel and copper Wah? Road get lock arff Wah? Shutdown lock arff Wah? Everyting lock arff Nah big man ting What you know about lock arff? Wah? Everyting lock arff Huh? Steel and copper When we do road akh, man Everyting lock arff Huh? Everyting lock arff What? Everyting lock arff Whoa, steel and copper Wah? Road get lock arff [Verse 1: Inch] Rifle a pop arff Nuff gyal get wuk arff Unnu take unnu top arff This about fi get lock arff Man, war is war Bro got the keys for the cyar Bro got the sweets for the star Man a rise and pop arff Man's champy get buss arff That's a shutdown lock arff Man's side road block arff Man'll knock your block arff Bro took that top arff There ain't no time for no stop arffs Mad bra**iere get pop arff Man a rise and pop arff [Verse 2: Sleeks] f** what you heard Bro, man are real life shotta Call up for a burn Amni's coming in proper Four door swerve, skrrr skrrr, skrrr Bang, road lock lock arff Long nose ting with the two shells You can see the front bit bruck arff Still up in the streets, still up in the pave No rave tryna make papers Still up on my knees before I do street And pray God make some changes But I see them haters hating And tell a man f** arff And I ring trap when I do road I don't need top up [Hook:] [Verse 3: Swift] Everyting lock arff Trap line pop arff Funny boy, haha She give me hmm now, uh uh Gyal's always tun so tun it Before the man run arff Phone ish matic for the matic Everything lock arff 120 on the modes In the German, better hashtag Russian Do it for my brudda or mama My white friend said that it's pucker Bro in the kitchen whipping Chris Tucker I ain't into kissing, she could be a yucker Talking to me? Better talk to me proper Walk with the Zs and I drop it on a runner [Verse 4: Knine] In the trap with some young guns Since young, been a wild bunch Dum dums and shotgun Big rack, she a hot one Feds at the door, I'm on the third floor Balcony, had to hop arff Smoke nuff ganja like a Rasta Phone k** like E. Honda Bread more tryna make that bu*ter M10, no squeeze, make it stutter Two shots from the dots, that's dumb and dumber High road get lock arff Do it, then run off Hit it from the back, then I run off Back to them Zs getting chopped up, Mad Max You already know I'm a shotta [Hook] [Verse 5: Deepee] Man'll get everyting locked, shots Everyting pop, brick Block down blocks Gyal with the belly ring top She like Semis and Glocks Stepped in there, any man watch Section plus twenty man, what? Take a man's tings, my man tell a man what Man'll get everyting locked Everyting locked, locked off Movies, send a man in T-house, send a man shop Groupies send a man tings Big akhs send a man blocks Two keys get a man robbed Two keys get a man singed 2pcs, chips in a box Movies, clips, man watch Doobies lit Do by spit getting rocked [Verse 6: Littlez] Man are real Don Dada Old school like ragga Man, I need them pounds and dollar Run through green light, gra**hopper Gyal with the big breasts and the backa Wan' come get the room-ram or the dagger Tun ting dem guy gyal road blocka When we do road, man haffi move proper Everyting lit, everyting lock arff Weed getting lit, champagne pop arff Still up in the bits, tryna get guala Skeng ting pop and them man runner Roll with the brucky, all chock-a-blocka Plastic yout, them are fake like tupper Talk to the feds, got 'nough man lock arff Free TK, TY and Rucka [Hook]