Lock and Load

[Chorus: Bakar]

I feel comfy on my own

Just beware they'll take your phone

Good at walking, my ten toes

In the fields, not on the roads

I'm out here so rock and roll

Cocaine, yeah, it touch my nose (Snorts)

Pistol in hand, lock and load (Ch-ch)

All my niggas lose control (Bah!)

I feel comfy on my own (Bah!)

Just beware they'll take your phone

Good at walking, my ten toes

In the fields, not on the roads

I'm out here so rock and roll

Cocaine, yeah, it touch my nose

Pistol in hand, lock and load

Sweg, like

[Verse 1: Milkavelli]

I feel comfy on my own

I feel cozy, wavy bone

I take acid on my own

But still go home for Sunday roast (Like)

And again it's, "Blah-blah!" (Cheese)

Baggy denim Carhartt jeans

Can of Stella Artois, please

Had to tell him wagwan, greaze

I'm in the rave

Creeping, creeping, tryna find a hoe (Grr-ah)

Shades on, eyes low (Hoe)

I pick her like a game of eeny, meeny, miny, moe (La)

Beat the game (Aye), I'm in GTA mode (Sweg)

Driving on the road (Sweg)

In the CLA smoking B&H Gold

Aye

[Chorus: Bakar]

I feel comfy on my own

Just beware they'll take your phone

Good at walking, my ten toes

In the fields, not on the roads

I'm out here so rock and roll

Cocaine, yeah, it touch my nose

Pistol in hand, lock and load

Sweg, aye (La)

[Verse 2: Milkavelli]

I feel comfy, on my own

Taking flights, around the globe

Houdini, cloud of smoke

I said now you see me, now you don't (Where's he gone?)

Rose gold rope chain

Pitchfork, many multicoloured stones

Laigon life, till they take my life

That's on everything I fucking own

Trailblazer, 616, I'm a Hell raiser

VVS is in the inhaler

It ain't safe on the block, they can smell danger

Eccy in me, loved up (Jeez)

Plate of [?] pub grub, please

Greatness only, one blood jeans

Paisley open untucked, steez

[Chorus: Bakar & Milkavelli]

I feel comfy on my own

Just beware they'll take your phone

Good at walking, my ten toes

In the fields, not on the roads

I'm out here so rock and roll

Cocaine, yeah, it touch my nose

Pistol in hand, lock and load

Aye (Shh)

I feel comfy on my own

Just beware they'll take your phone

Good at walking, my ten toes

In the fields, not on the roads

I'm out here so rock and roll

Cocaine, yeah, it touch my nose

Pistol in hand, lock and load

All my crackers lose control

[Outro: Bakar]

All my niggas lose control

All my niggas lose control