Locking Shit Down

[Intro]
(Horridrunitup)
Ayy, I'm one of the handlers, man, Fuck The Law
We layin' belt, y'all know that now

[Chorus]
Came in this game lockin' shit down, all that playin' and shit I ain't do
Yeah, when shit get took in the 'Raq, who they call for it back? Go 'head, tell the truth
Yeah, Fuck The Law came in lootin' and shit, they tryna find somethin' to do with dude
Yeah, had a sit down with the label and they dropped the cash, the opps, they screwed
Yeah, I really got in my depth of my bag and shit, I can brag and shit
Yeah, fuck I look like goin' back to the bottom and dealin' with havin' shit?
Yeah, he play with me knowin' that I'm really a problem, I laid in his grass with a switch
Once this bitch go off, you can't get away, don't even try to run and shit

[Verse 1]
Yeah, cut off the controller stick, ain't 'bout to play with no nigga or bitch
Popped out the dip, fucked a nigga up, in a few days, comin' back through this bitch
That nigga say that he fuckin' with us, you must check his nose, that nigga done sniffed
And I'm tired of screamin', "Free all the bros," I'm wishin' them niggas was here
Soon as they call the phone, I'm turnin' 'em up, I'm like, "Bro, listen to this"
I get to beatin' her out, I'm poundin' her down, she get to screamin' and shit
I'm really holdin' 'em down and know how it go, nigga, they made me sit in that bitch
Goofy-ass nigga tryna keep up with me, but I'm in the Track', this bitch got a kick
I lose the dicks in every high-speed, when I hit the gas, the bitch gon' get
I threw my music right to the streets, they grab my shit like, "Law, this it"
And I go savage for cash, the labels, yeah, they wanna grab me, it's [?] like this
And I don't give no fuck 'bout no Grammy, as long my brother 'nem happy and gettin' them packages in
Niggas had left, I stayed down, I got this shit right, what I actually did
Nah, I ain't one of them, period, I got the strap in the Gallery joggin' pants
Nah, I ain't playin' and I'ma spin, and blow like a ceilin' fan
Niggas, they went out bad, niggas, they went out sad, I'm on that
Nigga, go ask did I fuck on his ho while he go down
Yeah, when I was done, I went on the run and made her fuck foenem
My opps, they ain't on nothin', they be uppin' guns, but they do not blow them
I ran up my funds and bought some more guns, it's nothin', nigga, we can throw down
Yeah, I got some more rounds

[Chorus]
Came in this game lockin' shit down, all that playin' and shit I ain't do
Yeah, when shit get took in the 'Raq, who they call for it back? Go 'head, tell the truth
Yeah, Fuck The Law came in lootin' and shit, they tryna find somethin' to do with dude
Yeah, had a sit down with the label and they dropped the cash, the opps, they screwed
Yeah, I really got in my depth of my bag and shit, I can brag and shit
Yeah, fuck I look like goin' back to the bottom and dealin' with havin' shit?
Yeah, he play with me knowin' that I'm really a problem, I laid in his grass with a switch
Once this bitch go off, you can't get away, don't even try to run and shit

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I came in the game, these niggas be lame, they dissin' the gang, they dyin'
I'm really one of them niggas who speak for the trenches, I ain't told a lie in one rhyme
Guys be askin' me, "Law, what the fuck is you doin'? Why you in this car tryna slide?
We already know that you with it, but you in position where could take out all the guys"