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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Loaded
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dashawn Robertson
Composer
Manyang Kual
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timeline
Producer
Noel "Fiji" Ameha
Recording Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Top speed on the dash, I put my foot on the gas
Lil' baby hair blowin' back, drivin' fast, and blow it back
Set it all down, I'm the one that turn it up
Screamin', "Fuck all o' the opps", ain't nobody markin' us
That stupid block baby's on top, can't nobody fuck with us
If you dappin' up the opps, lil' ****, you can't fuck with us
If you run out there on a block, lil' ****, you can't munch with us
They be reachin' in, they captions talkin' shit
Back in, kinged up all the prices on the brick
Tell a **** be just like me, 'cause she know Lil' Loaded lit
All of them bitches get excited when they know I'm in the city
I like 'em brown, with the lil' body bustin', heavy on a pre
When I was younger, I ain't have it, but I found the way to get it
Now advance to the left, and advance to the right
I remember hittin' licks from sun-up till the night
**** know that I could fight, he runnin' up, I take his life
Go get him
Go get him, stole my part, he gotta hit him
This a Drake, this a cutter, slangin' chops from a dist'
When I let this bitch rain, they gon' think I shot a missile
I'm scared for all the dead homies, walk with all the lead on me
Knew that **** since a kid, but that boy turned fed on me
I'ma knock his head off, bullets get to sprayin' off
What you mean? What you said? **** get to playin' off
Big Glock and yo, my leg get the **** neck talkin'
In the stu', it hella bread, hella bands on them gangs
And I'm yellin' out, "Crip", in every song, that's what I bang
And I'm yellin', "Free my brother", 'cause he locked up in 'em chains
That **** stay silent, he ain't never told no names
Me and him are parked and solo, we asleep up in the rain
Now I'm rich, and **** hatin', crazy how the things have changed
Tell a ****, "Come home", on the gang, he gon' be famous
I bet a hundred K he made it, he gon' make it, he gon' take it
Top speed on the dash, I put my foot on the gas
Lil' baby hair blowin' back, drivin' fast, and blow it back
Set it all down, I'm the one that turn it up
Screamin', "Fuck all o' the opps", ain't nobody markin' us
That stupid block baby's on top, can't nobody fuck with us
If you dappin' up the opps, lil' ****, you can't fuck with us
If you run out there on a block, lil' ****, you can't munch with us
They be reachin' in, they captions talkin' shit
Back in, kinged up all over prices on the brick
Written by: Dashawn Robertson, Manyang Kual