Lock & Load
Lil Wayne Lyrics

Yeah
Intro to the song, expressing agreement or acknowledgement

Vibe with me, sweetheart
Asking someone to connect with him

It ain't hard
It's not difficult

Aw, fuck them niggas, don't even worry about 'bout them
Dismissing and disregarding haters

This Cash Money, baby
Referring to Cash Money Records, his record label

You know what I'm talking 'bout? This Tha Carter II
Referring to his album Tha Carter II

Kurupt, holler at them niggas (nigga)
Calling out to someone named Kurupt to address haters

We won (yeah), we won (yeah)
Proudly boasting about winning

And then we shot that BB gun (you know)
Referencing playing with a BB gun

And they lost (yeah), and they lost (that's right)
Emphasizing that the haters lost

And we took their shit, now it's time to floss (lock and load)
Showing off and flaunting their success

Twenty-two-year-old 17th Ward vet
Referring to himself as a veteran of the 17th Ward at age 22

Life in the fast lane, little red Corvette
Comparing his life to a fast-paced, flashy red Corvette

Little red handkerchief hanging out the right side
Describing his fashion style

Back pocket jeans falling, cover my Evisu sign
Describing his fashion style

Yep, we do shine and they're gon' hate
Acknowledging his success and that haters will always hate

But they hated Jesus, baby, we won't break
Comparing himself to Jesus and asserting his resilience to criticism

So we ride like four Pirellis, so secured
Driving with confidence and security

No security, no protecting, no comparing
Feeling secure with no need for protection or comparison

Loc-ing heavy, Ocean 11
Feeling powerful like the movie Ocean's Eleven

Aviators, vote-takers, so fakers, ah
Describing his fashion style and associates

No players, I'm Hollygrove to the heart
Not playing around, truly from Hollygrove

Hollygrove from the start, don't cross Earhart
Asserting his loyalty to his roots and neighborhood

Boulevard was the ward I come from
Identifying the boulevard he grew up on

One-seven, one shot? Never that, blum-blum
Dismissing the idea of only taking one shot

Brr, brr, pop, pop, clap, clap
Mimicking gunshots or indicating they have guns on them

What the fuck, Hollygrove, stand up (nigga), duck
Addressing potential danger in Hollygrove

Get 'em, get 'em, Weezy, hit 'em where you kill 'em easy
Encouraging Lil Wayne to take out enemies easily

Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, they find 'em tomorrow evening
Planning out how to dispose of enemies

Sinking, I'm probably drinking that syrup
Drinking lean

Thinking I won't slip, even though I'm leaning like a broke hip
Confident that he won't fail or tumble despite being under the influence

He ain't know I got the nina with the full clip
Surprising an enemy with a gun

That's a somersault, backspin, full flip for you
A metaphor for showing off his ability to act with precision and speed

Push this button, I flip out and hit something
Implying he can easily become violent or angry

Miss nothing, I'm just busting until the scene clean
Continuing to fire his weapon until the problem is solved

Twelve hundred for the jeans, stop playing
The high price of his designer jeans

Hundred dollars for the Glock in my pants, who the man?
The high price of his gun and feeling powerful as a result

I am when I stand with it pointed right at your face
Feeling powerful with a gun pointed at someone

Knock your brains from the back of your neck for lack of respect
Threatening violence if disrespected

I strap a jet-black gat 'til the death
Carrying a black gun with him until death

Tell my mama to bury me with that, no bullshitting
Requesting to be buried with his gun

My hood getting kinda crazy where I be
The neighborhood he lives in has been getting wild

So Ronnie's with me 'cause he's the OG (nigga)
Having someone older with him for protection

And then we shot that BB gun (I told 'em)
Referencing playing with a BB gun

And we took their shit, now it's time to floss (gotta duck your head, lock and load)
Flaunting their success despite potential danger

Yeah, fresh out the back seat of the phiggity-Phantom
Exiting a fancy car

The haters, I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like, "What up?"
Proving he can upset haters with even a small action, like waving

If it ain't 'bout money, I keep going
Not focusing on anything else besides money

I'm tryna get that green, niggas tryna mow my lawn, but fuck
Stating that others may try to take what he's earned

Them boys, I got the shotty on my arm
Carrying a shotgun with him

If them boys run up, I leave their bodies on the lawn
Threatening violence if someone approaches him

And duck the fuck outta there, 'cause baby, it's outta there
Escaping quickly due to danger

If this was a movie, it's time to roll the credits, cut
Suggesting that the scene is now over and finished

It's all over, all of your brains is all over the motherfucking block
Referencing a violent act that caused someone's death

I'm a motherfucking rock
Asserting his strength, power, and resilience

Hardbody, Eagle Street, seventeen shots
Where he's from and how many shots his gun holds

Night vision, double clip, hot steady beam Glock
Describing the attributes of his gun

Pop, drop, little man, drop
Continuing to threaten an enemy

This is not for little bitches, you're man or a fox?
Challenging any potential enemies to prove their worth

I'm laying in the drop, thinking of more money
Thinking about making more money while in his car

Cash Money, Young Money, take money, your money (nigga)
Boasting his record label and his ability to take others' money

No lie (lock and load)
Affirming his truthfulness and his guns

Dolce & Gabanna
Describing his designer clothes again

They should pay me for saying that shit
Asserting that he's helping promote the brand

So is my jeans
Again, describing his fashionable jeans

We won, motherfucker, we winning over here
Boasting about his winning lifestyle

That's right, hey
End of song, expressing satisfaction

Somebody call Gordon, tell him pull up front
Asking someone to bring a car to the front

Open the doors, suicide 'em
Opening the car doors in a flashy way

Let's ride out
Leaving the current location in style

If you got money, you know what the fuck I'm talking 'bout
Implying that only those with money can relate to his lifestyle

If you don't, keep thinking
Suggesting that those without money shouldn't even try to relate

If you can do that
If you're able to keep thinking about it

Your losing streak is going up
You will only continue to lose

Why? 'Cause we're here
Implying that he and his crew bring success

And I'll fuck this up today, straight up
Admitting that he's not perfect and can mess up