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locked in (freestyle) - zeta keeptrickin lyrics

[intro: zeta keeptrickin]
it’s reminiscence in this motherf*cker
gah, glah, rah, gah, gah
lil t young, d*lov33, ntl
we taking over

[verse 1: zeta keeptrickin]
n*ggas in denial, finna put they ass on trial
gathering all the evidence, you can’t tell me this ain’t bout you
they don’t got you like i got you
ride with me and feel entitled

scouting out for new recruits, when sh*t fall apart i reboot
i’ma crash out when i’m super rich
blessing that these n*ggas switch
got a prob like what’s the stitch

confront them then they got a glitch
smack em with a fact to they mata
gotta dance slide to the cha*cha
i’m a demon cypher through the drama
ion even trip yo ass is caught up

real life sh*t what a way to blend
open your mind i recommend
ignorance d*mn i can’t defend
you’re on your own if you make your bed
i tried my way to full expense
there’s no one i can’t depend
ntl we represent, we steady st*rdy, we make a trend
shawty drive around in a charger
play your cards right, play it smarter
chop it up, we make it darker
she see farther, i see sharper
play the long game then i drop her
i’m a real one but too hostile
see the picture, is it clear now
fill her up, call me the doctor

[verse 2: lil t young]
police on my ass, i’m on the news
man i need to stop
rollie dropping out the top and then these n*ggas said oh why
h*ll’on then they said i’m fake

h*ll’on get up out my face
30 bussing like i 30 bussed up all these n*ggas face
h*ll’on mama please don’t stop before i move it
if everybody talk behind my back and then its screw em

then wipe they nose just like a slime ball is what we doing
if you thinking you gon’ beat me then you must’a be a fool
one two, hit em like i’m mike
we gon’ fight, put that ball up in that ice

ice up in my t**th is white
h*ll’on baby want some smoke
h*ll’on baby let me know
throw a figure four then leave the station like d*mn where he go
[verse 3: d*lov33]
if you know i got the bl!ck you better start running don’t trip
caught you running from your opps and i caught that sh*t on a clip
got my glocky by my side and that b*tch got some extra grip
he was banging blood but now my n*ggas say he banging crip

guess what b*tch i’m demon sent
riding around up in a v
creeping round them opp n*ggas i guess i put they ass to sleep
on the streets with gang and them

that’s them n*ggas i gotta keep
there’s too many things we been through but this one is very steep
people talking behind my back but that’s some sh*t i always peep

close your eyes and take a leap
when i talk i get too deep
reminiscing bout them old days i got that sh*t on repeat
n*gga say he want some drama bet i pull up where you sleep

put this heat straight to his mind
bet that n*gga rest in peace
how it feel to be deceased
wait a minute hold on f*ck that all these n*ggas is my sons
hold on b*tch i want my ones
totin off so many guns
don’t forget i do this for fun

- zeta keeptrickin lyrics

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