Loaded
Yeah, yeah
Alright, alright
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(17)
(D-Roc)
I'm the same nigga that came from the bottom
I don't really care what they think about me
I don't give a fuck what that ho said
I just know the lil' bitch better not come back around me, yeah
Oh, he dissin', man I said that
New 'Vette, I did that
New stick, I cop that
That's your bitch, I pop that
Young ass nigga wit' a whole lotta money
Lot of bags in, and a lot of bags comin'
Young bad bitch at the table wit somethin'
You already know that I'm loaded of Ganja
AP, half a ticket on me
New bitch, quarter mil' on her
My lean, don' touch my cup
That's your bitch, I don't want her
B say, "Trust, and don't love no ho"
I be in all type of shit that they don't know
Nine sticks in my whip like Romo
New whip I cop came wit' turbo
Stick in my denim, so I can't keep my pants low
Ten niggas with me, try and do it at the Quantico
Rosary my whole arm, so
Hatin' ass nigga tryin' double back and backdoor
If I don't keep a thing, keep the money and a strap though
You ain't thinkin' wit' your brain, it get left in your lap bro
Try me, I ain't worried 'bout them, so
So, I'm gon' get the money 'til I'm gone, that's how that go
911 ride, see the top all gone
I'm probably doin' business, got six iPhones
I'm livin' how I'm livin', don't right my wrongs
And you knowin' that I'm at it to the end, I'm gon'
Oh, he dissin', man I said that
New 'Vette, I did that
New stick, I cop that
That's your bitch, I pop that
I'm the same nigga that came from the bottom
I don't really care what they think about me
I don't give a fuck what that ho said
I just know the lil' bitch better not come back around me
New chick, and lil' shawty eighteen
Wit' a new AP rose gold my bitch
Got a beam on the glizzy, got a beam on the stick
Eight racks total on a Balmain fit
Say a nigga want smoke, let me call my nigga
Money comin' by the load, U-Haul got bigger
Plenty my friends, they done came through the back door
Slidin' out a Benz, on the body you see a crack hole
Straight tens, she basic
Exotic my whips, X rated
In the projects wit' some Crips, I ain't never ever tradin'
Really in the field like a Oakland Raider
Out the Caddy, he be whippin' the uzi
Get a mattress and we gon' fill it wit' groupies
Hunnid shots out the clip, make a movie
Matte black Hellcat wit' the toolie
Get your hat back, for you say you gon' do me
Blue flag, steady dissin' his dead ass
Who died? I'm in love wit' her red ass
Grimy lil' nigga gone empty the whole mag
Such a slimy lil' nigga, in love wit' a low ride
Fuck all that dissin', boy, come and get your bro back
Your shawty is missin', nigga, come get your ho back, yeah
Oh, he dissin', man I said that
New 'Vette, I did that
New stick, I cop that
That's your bitch, I pop that
I'm the same nigga that came from the bottom
I don't really care what they think about me
I don't give a fuck what that ho said
I just know the lil' bitch better not come back around me, yeah