"Locked Bond" lyrics
Gas
Let's go
I been out
You already know I'ma pop my shit
Would've been made bond
Ain't lock my shit
Just got in the game
And I ain't gon' quit
Why? 'Cause this shit too easy
Chopper make a fuck nigga dance
Chris Breezy
And I'm young with money
Feeling like Lil' Weezy
Got this shit off the ground like a squeegee
I'm selling Percys on Sunday
Havin' drip like a deacon
I can't wait to go cop me some VVs
Come through cheesin'
Bitch, Stevie Wonder can see me
Ay, give me a beat I'ma eat
Entree, marry the game
PS4 my fiancée
Grams in my Jordan
Like my first name Deandre
I wish a nigga would
In my pocket the metal
In Houston with rockets
I feel like a player
Should've went to the Pelicans
Fly as a feather
Lil' niggas in blue
And they shootin' like Duke
Pull on they block
And they see me, they spooked
If it hit with the bands
And we shootin' at hoops
Bitch though I was Tim
I gave her the boot
For my dawgs
Bitch, I'll just hang out the roof
Like a martyr, bitch
I just hang out the coupe
In the club like I'm Bishop
Bitch, I got the juice
Run up on me
And I hit you with two
Matter fact, three
Four, five, six
Outside the club
With four, five, sticks
Baby, I don't know how average feel
Turn around, let me see, ass is real
I shoot a stick like I'm Bradley Beal
Pull up and see what the static is
I pull up see what the static 'bout, ay
I pull up, shoot at your daddy house
Scratch that
He ain't even know none 'bout that
My uncle the plug
You don't know who you shot at
Your ass need to chill
I already know where the spot at
Ay, I already know how to pop back
You already know I'ma pop my shit
Woulda've been made bond
Ain't locked my shit
Just got in the game
And I ain't gon' quit
Why? 'Cause this shit too easy
Chopper make a fuck nigga dance
Chris Breezy
And I'm young with money
Feeling like Lil' Weezy
Got this shit off the ground like a squeegee
I'm selling Percys on Sunday
Havin' drip like a deacon
Let's go
I been out
You already know I'ma pop my shit
Would've been made bond
Ain't lock my shit
Just got in the game
And I ain't gon' quit
Why? 'Cause this shit too easy
Chopper make a fuck nigga dance
Chris Breezy
And I'm young with money
Feeling like Lil' Weezy
Got this shit off the ground like a squeegee
I'm selling Percys on Sunday
Havin' drip like a deacon
I can't wait to go cop me some VVs
Come through cheesin'
Bitch, Stevie Wonder can see me
Ay, give me a beat I'ma eat
Entree, marry the game
PS4 my fiancée
Grams in my Jordan
Like my first name Deandre
I wish a nigga would
In my pocket the metal
In Houston with rockets
I feel like a player
Should've went to the Pelicans
Fly as a feather
Lil' niggas in blue
And they shootin' like Duke
Pull on they block
And they see me, they spooked
If it hit with the bands
And we shootin' at hoops
Bitch though I was Tim
I gave her the boot
For my dawgs
Bitch, I'll just hang out the roof
Like a martyr, bitch
I just hang out the coupe
In the club like I'm Bishop
Bitch, I got the juice
Run up on me
And I hit you with two
Matter fact, three
Four, five, six
Outside the club
With four, five, sticks
Baby, I don't know how average feel
Turn around, let me see, ass is real
I shoot a stick like I'm Bradley Beal
Pull up and see what the static is
I pull up see what the static 'bout, ay
I pull up, shoot at your daddy house
Scratch that
He ain't even know none 'bout that
My uncle the plug
You don't know who you shot at
Your ass need to chill
I already know where the spot at
Ay, I already know how to pop back
You already know I'ma pop my shit
Woulda've been made bond
Ain't locked my shit
Just got in the game
And I ain't gon' quit
Why? 'Cause this shit too easy
Chopper make a fuck nigga dance
Chris Breezy
And I'm young with money
Feeling like Lil' Weezy
Got this shit off the ground like a squeegee
I'm selling Percys on Sunday
Havin' drip like a deacon
