Locked & Loaded Lyrics by NBA YoungBoy is a brand-new English song from the album “Lost Files (2022)”. Locked & Loaded Lyrics are written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Guwap$ Of Beat Execz, Lilkdubb & MarcussMuzik Of Beat Execz while the song is produced by Guwap$ Of Beat Execz, Lilkdubb & MarcussMuzik Of Beat Execz.
Locked & Loaded Song Details:
| Song: | Locked & Loaded |
| Album: | Lost Files (2022) |
| Singer(s): | NBA YoungBoy |
| Produced by: | Guwap$ Of Beat Execz, Lilkdubb & MarcussMuzik Of Beat Execz |
| Written by: | YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Guwap$ Of Beat Execz, Lilkdubb & MarcussMuzik Of Beat Execz |
| Label: | Never Broke Again & Atlantic Records |
Locked & Loaded Lyrics
Beat Execs
Chu on fo
Top underscore YoungBoy
3800 Guwap
You know we still we
Still ridin’ ’round in the dark
I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw
When they go, they feel Hey, Lilkdubb, n!gga
We go body for body, blood for blood
However you wanna do it you heard me?
I grew up around some thugs
And I ‘came influenced
And I’m spreadin’ it to the influence
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Hmm, locked up Locked and loaded, fire
we be ridin’ Let’s go, ayy
Tryna leave his brain at the bottom
Every nigga ’round me ready
For some problems just know we
left that n!gga dead if we shot ’em
We gon’ blow the strap like
back to back, like Hold on that
From night to mornin’ chase
the stacks then they can check
The motor stats Pockets got a fifty stack
Ridin’ ’round with a Fifty Gat
N!gga know I’m on they a$$
He felt a strap, no shakin’ back
We gon’ wet another block
zip ’em all, I know they can Bah
Pussy nigga run and tell the cops
That I done gon’ mad Slime
Dripper with the wind, bullets
Flyin’, took his soul pass
You know what I’m on just from my eyes
I’m cold, cut off the fans, Cut off
Hmm, locked up
Locked and loaded, fire,
we be ridin’ Skrrt, skrrt
Tryna leave his brain at the bottom
Every nigga ’round me ready for some
Problems (Hey, let’s go)
Just know we left that n!gga dead
If we shot ’em We gon’ blow the
strap like back to back, like “Hold on that”
From night to mornin’ chase
the stacks then they can check
the motor stats Pockets got a
fifty stack, ridin’ ’round with a Fifty Gat
N!gga know I’m on they a$$
he felt a strap, no shakin’
Back Ah-ah, slime
Yeah, locked and loaded fire, we be ridin’
Yeah, tryna leave his brain at the bottom
Every n!gga ’round me ready for some problems
Know we left that n!gga dead if we shot ’em