FON Check - Lock N Load (feat. FON King 3rd)

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

Written by:
Dante Simms, FON 3rd

Publisher:
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