Lock Load Conway the Machine & Beanie Sigel

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, it's spooky
Way too spooky, nigga
Yeah, uh, look
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Everywhere I go, I got it on me, nigga (I got it right now)
And I ain't lettin' shit slide (I ain't lettin' that shit ride, nigga)
Go 'head and try me if you want, nigga (What's poppin'?)
I let this fuckin' clip fly (Doot doot doot)
GxF to the death, nigga (Griselda)
And I'd never switch sides (This shit for life, homie, that's my word)
You know how we play it over here, nigga (You know what's up, pussy)
We get it poppin' on this side (This side, brr)

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Lock (Lock), load (Load)
Lock (Lock), load (Load, you know what's up, nigga)
Lock (Lock), load (Load)
Lock (Lock, yeah), load (Load, yeah)

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
You can go and ask them other niggas, they'll tell you what's up
I already been through there and hit one of them niggas up (Doot doot doot doot doot)
Momma start thinkin' I'm crazy, baby mama think I'm nuts
Ever since them niggas shot me, I just stopped givin' a fuck (Ha)
I'm losin' my marble, lettin' that AR go
Fifty shot sticks'll do you niggas something horrible (Brr)
Two-sixty on the digi' dash, look how fast my car go (Vroom)
Talk about my face but can't say shit about my bars though (Hahahaha)
Have my shooter snort a few grams, kick his door for the yams (Hah)
While I'm smokin' kush with a bitch I just imported from France (Cap)
Rockin' Bathing Ape shit that I just bought in Japan (Woo)
I get to trippin', get the blick and this AR in my hand (Brr, brr, brr, brr)
Every bullet in the cartridges land
The stick look like a guitar in my hands, drummin' like I'm part of a band (Woo)
My dog was behind the wall with your man (Hah)
I heard you got friendly extorted in the can, you thought I was playin' (Brr)