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 these lil' bitches 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 with a whole lot of money

Lot of bags in and a lot of bags comin'

Young bad bitch at the table with somethin'

You already know that I'm loaded off ganja

AP, half a ticket on me, new bitch, quarter mil' on her

My lean, don't 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 copped came with turbo

Stick in my denim, so I can't keep my pants low

Ten niggas with me, tryna do it at the Conoco

Rosary my whole arm, so

Hatin'-ass nigga tryna double back and backdoor

If I don't keep a thing, keep the money and a strap though

You ain't thinkin' with your brain, it get left in your lap, bro

Try me, I ain't worried 'bout them, so

So I'ma 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 'til they head all gone

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 these lil' bitches better not come back around me (Yeah)

New chick and lil' shorty eighteen

With 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 backdoor

Slidin' out a Benz, on the block you sell crack, ho

Straight tens, she basic

Exotic my whips, X rated

In the project with some Crips, I ain't never ever tradin'

Really in the field like an Oakland Raider

Out the Caddy, he be rippin' the Uzi

Get a mattress, we gon' fill it with groupies

Hundred shots out the clip, make a movie

Matte black Hellcat with the toolie

Get your hat back 'fore you say you gon' do me

Blue flag, steady dissin' his dead ass

Who died? I'm in love with her red ass

Grimy lil' nigga, gon' empty the whole mag

Such a slimy lil' nigga, in love with a low rag

Fuck all that dissin', boy, come and get your bro back

If shorty be missin', nigga, come get your ho back

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 these lil' bitches better not come back around me (Yeah)

(17)

(D-Roc)