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Locked In Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Kreed
Length: 2:48
Written by: Khalan Bazemore




Young Kreed - Locked In Lyrics




I aint have no money they aint want me back then
Now i got some money bitches want me for my ends
Scope on me im shooting so you know im locked in
Whats a million dollar deal when you self made from the trench
Finger to the judge they let drama out the pen
Stack up on some lawyers we wont grow thru this again
Still gonna watch my back strapped up at every event
Better keep your head up we sending shots above they chin
Better I aint have no money they aint want me back then
Now i got some money bitches want me for my ends
Scope on me im shooting so you know im locked in
Whats a million dollar deal when you self made from the trench
Finger to the judge they let drama out the pen
Stack up on some lawyers we wont grow thru this again
Still gonna watch my back strapped up at every event
Better keep your head up we sending shots above they chin

Better keep a tool like you tim allen
Play me like a fool i aint wit the challenge
Movie time bitch who be bought that action
Smelling real good but im wreaking havoc
Imma take some tens i aint into average
Break a bitch like i break a habit
What they do do it all for status
What i do do it for the family
Life feel like i popped a zanny
Money hidden in the pantry
All my women sweet like candy
Let me touch it in miami
Want the royce and not the camry
I ball like the son of sammy
Shorty from another country
Flying high we up to somethin
Rollin with them pounds like i come from London
We be on a chase bitch you know we huntin
I aint with the chase but my bank be rushin
I aint with the snakes so you know all my blades be cuttin
Gotta thank god for all my sisters and my baby cousin
Imma be a g up in this bitch till im like 80 something
When i know what i want go out and go take me somethin
Imma get the bag get the bag go and break me somethin
Imma get the bitch get the bitch she gone take me something

I aint have no money they aint want me back then
Now i got some money bitches want me for my ends
Scope on me im shooting so you know im locked in
Whats a million dollar deal when you self made from the trench
Finger to the judge they let drama out the pen
Stack up on some lawyers we wont grow thru this again
Still gonna watch my back strapped up at every event
Better keep your head up we sending shots above they chin
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I aint have no money they aint want me back then
Now i got some money bitches want me for my ends
Scope on me im shooting so you know im locked in
Whats a million dollar deal when you self made from the trench
Finger to the judge they let drama out the pen
Stack up on some lawyers we wont grow thru this again
Still gonna watch my back strapped up at every event
Better keep your head up we sending shots above they chin
Better I aint have no money they aint want me back then
Now i got some money bitches want me for my ends
Scope on me im shooting so you know im locked in
Whats a million dollar deal when you self made from the trench
Finger to the judge they let drama out the pen
Stack up on some lawyers we wont grow thru this again
Still gonna watch my back strapped up at every event
Better keep your head up we sending shots above they chin

Better keep a tool like you tim allen
Play me like a fool i aint wit the challenge
Movie time bitch who be bought that action
Smelling real good but im wreaking havoc
Imma take some tens i aint into average
Break a bitch like i break a habit
What they do do it all for status
What i do do it for the family
Life feel like i popped a zanny
Money hidden in the pantry
All my women sweet like candy
Let me touch it in miami
Want the royce and not the camry
I ball like the son of sammy
Shorty from another country
Flying high we up to somethin
Rollin with them pounds like i come from London
We be on a chase bitch you know we huntin
I aint with the chase but my bank be rushin
I aint with the snakes so you know all my blades be cuttin
Gotta thank god for all my sisters and my baby cousin
Imma be a g up in this bitch till im like 80 something
When i know what i want go out and go take me somethin
Imma get the bag get the bag go and break me somethin
Imma get the bitch get the bitch she gone take me something

I aint have no money they aint want me back then
Now i got some money bitches want me for my ends
Scope on me im shooting so you know im locked in
Whats a million dollar deal when you self made from the trench
Finger to the judge they let drama out the pen
Stack up on some lawyers we wont grow thru this again
Still gonna watch my back strapped up at every event
Better keep your head up we sending shots above they chin
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Writer: Khalan Bazemore
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