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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Zona Man
Zona Man
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cas van der Heijden
Cas van der Heijden
Songwriter
Hunter Roberts
Hunter Roberts
Songwriter
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Peter Jideonwo
Peter Jideonwo
Songwriter
Zona Man
Zona Man
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hunter Roberts
Hunter Roberts
Producer
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Zona Man
Zona Man
Producer
Bacon and Popcorn
Bacon and Popcorn
Producer
Hunter
Hunter
Producer
LOESOE
LOESOE
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Austin, what it is I want is your blood
Fully loaded
Loesoe goin' crazy
[Chorus]
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
[Verse 1]
Fully loaded chopper, yeah, that bitch'll leave a stain
Got a fully loaded chopper and the bullets say your name
On that fuck shit, all the opps that I overcame
Know we bust shit, fully loaded, hit 'em in the brain
On that tough shit, end your ass and put you in the grave
Mask up, bitch, and we turnt like we at a rave
All black whip, all black fit, Bruce Wayne
OFF-WHITE on my bitch and my Richard Mille plain
Oh shit, they say we insane (Shit)
Oh shit, they one and the same (Shit)
Oh shit, look at how far we came (Bop)
Oh shit, fully loaded clip (Brrt)
[Chorus]
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
[Verse 2]
If I ain't had shit, I still could fuck bad bitches
It's what it sound like, Ferrari comin' through the trenches
Where that Hellcat? Where that 'Hawk? Where that Demon at?
Then get from out of there, leavin' blood where the scene at
Young millionaires with some goons and they fiendin'
Poppin' up, poppin' out, Cubans on Fiji
Rack 'em up, stack 'em up, hit 'em up, squeeze it
Went berserk, went to work, sent a **** to Jesus
If you ain't gang-gang, you can't hang and I mean it
Ain't no way in the hell we goin' anywhere without a cutter (Cutter)
Put that on my, uh, and I'm live from the gutter (Gutter)
Posted up with shooters, treatin' 'em like twin brothers (Pluto)
[Chorus]
Fully loaded, fully loaded (Pluto, Pluto)
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
[Verse 3]
Fully loaded clip, fully loaded clip
Just got off the plane, we finna take a trip
Middle fingers up, middle fingers up
Me and drugs got a relationship
I done took too much, I think the walls tryna move
Middle of St. Barts, I'm on the yacht, it look like a cruise ship
Middle of the projects, got a chop', look like a pool stick
They was actin' stop me on the sideline, they ain't doin' shit
I'm just tryna vibe here, go to night when that shroom hit
Why you tellin' lies? You know that you a bitch
Mm, mm, she want another piece
Ooh, ooh, she want another piece
[Chorus]
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Written by: Cas van der Heijden, Dominique' Jones, Hunter Roberts, Igor Mamet, Michael Lamar White II, Nayvadius Wilburn, Peter Jideonwo, Zona Man
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