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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tre Loaded
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Katreveon Smith
Composer
Daniel Pirisi
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adrian Laity
Mixing Engineer
Elijah Beasley
Recording Engineer
Melvin Hicks
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah (Ayo, Daniel, what's this?)
Woah, woah, woah, woah, no cap, know what I'm sayin'
We don't do no cappin', know what I'm sayin', everything we say happen
You **** just be rappin'
Loaded, ayy, ayy
Wrecked the M4, went and got me another whip (Yeah, yeah)
Flee your bitch, I won't go on another trip (Yeah, yeah)
Got your fire took, now your gun on another hip
Caught his ass drunk, now he can't take another sip (No)
I'm quick to shoot, so I keep me another clip (No cap, no cap)
In my bag, but I still need another chip (No cap)
Just made two plays, back-to-back, that's another flip
Came in the Benz, I pulled off in another whip (Go)
Ayy, pop shit from Memphis to Cali'
We killin' rats like them cats in the alley (Yeah)
Ain't sippin' purp', you sip green like O'Reilly (Yeah, yeah)
Put this shit on, keep it fresh like I'm Manny (Yeah)
Ayy, might buy a crib in the valley
Amiri my shirt, and my shoes, pants Valley
Shoot shit like a show, kill 'em next, the finally
My young **** come flip your car like a patty
Ayy, trappin' from a.m. to p.m. and I got thick shit all up in my DM (Uh-huh)
Feel like Chief Keef, I don't fuck with my BM (No, no)
Ain't got no money, then I'd hate to be him (No)
Ayy, I couldn't go, so I had to white tee him
Burnt him like some toast, turned him ghost, you can't see him (Yeah)
This chop' got a kick, I won't miss, I'll Bruce Lee him (Yeah, yeah)
And now he can't move and his folks gotta feed him (Yeah)
Different, I only fuck with my kind
Listen, please don't be wastin' my time
Livin', I put my life on the line
Killings, I take it there about mine
Dealin', I really came up from dimes
Flippin', this money always on my mind
Sippin', I'm pourin' line after line
Missin', his body somewhere they can't find
Wrecked the M4, went and got me another whip
Flee your bitch, I won't go on another trip (No)
Got your fire took, now your gun on another hip (No, no)
Caught his ass drunk, now he can't take another sip (No)
I'm quick to shoot, so I keep me another clip (On God, on God)
In my bag, but I still need another chip
Just made two plays, back-to-back, that's another flip
Came in the Benz, I pulled off in another whip
Came in the Benz, I pulled off in an Audi
You ain't gettin' money like me, yeah, I doubt it (I doubt it)
Tough on the 'net, but I know you ain't 'bout it (On God)
They killin' bricks, **** shootin' at houses (On God)
Take what he got, have him cryin' and poutin' (Yeah)
It ain't no timer, get-back, but I'm countin'
Ain't really havin', you live off allowance
Came up from the dirt, turned a hill to a mountain
I turn shit to sugar (Woah, woah)
And we wipin' his nose like a booger (Woah, woah)
Gang cuttin' shit up like a butcher (Yeah, yeah)
Movin' this dope, I'ma re-up, you push him (Yeah)
Don't want the ho, but I still could've took her (On God)
Put his face on a tee like he Booker (Like yeah)
And this dope knock you out like a nooger (Like a nooger)
Paint up scary, came from the struggle (Ayy, ayy)
I'm in the field, never played football, everywhere that I go got a thigh pad (Yeah)
I got some **** who stuck in the trap and some **** who swipe like an iPad (Yeah)
When I was broke and my **** was eatin', I ain't hate, I just got up in my bag (Yeah, up in my bag, go, go, go)
Shout out the ones who ain't never switched up, if I got it, I'm givin' 'em my last (Go)
Ayy, wrecked the M4, went and got me another whip (On God)
Flee your bitch, I won't go on another trip
Got your fire took, now your gun on another hip
Caught his ass drunk, now he can't take another sip (No)
I'm quick to shoot, so I keep me another clip (Bang, bang)
In my bag, but I still need another chip (Bang)
Just made two plays, back-to-back, that's another flip
Came in the Benz, I pulled off in another whip
Written by: Daniel Pirisi, Katreveon Smith