Loaded (feat. Ted DIGTL, Ocky Ocky & Taj-He-Spitz)

I'm loaded

I'm loaded

****, I'm

I'm a boss, I'm a real boy

You the **** of a side hoe

Send 'em back, gettin' cake like a fat boy

Stackin' money to the sky, hoe

****, I'm, yeah

I'm loaded (I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded)

****, I'm, yeah

I'm loaded (I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded)

****, I'm loaded, count a bankroll

Cashed out, dope boy, think I'll payroll

I'ma stay cold-blooded, keep the block cluttered

Shout out to my father, he ain't never stuttered

The whip buttered, I'ma have you lit

Rest in peace, Don Don, ****, I ain't forget it

We was with the shit, hit the corner pocket

Keep the dukes mobbin', 350 rocket

**** Billa got it, I'ma knock it daily

Thuggin' like a motherfucker, we was babies

Make them **** pay me, bitches pitchin' in

Wherever bitches at, we was gettin' in

We was hittin' them, then they holla back

Wild **** West don't know how to act

And everybody strapped when they rap it out

But everything black for a fuckin' out

****, I'm

I'm a boss, I'm a real boy

You the **** of a side hoe

Send 'em back, gettin' cake like a fat boy

Stackin' money to the sky, hoe

****, I'm, yeah

I'm loaded (I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded)

****, I'm, yeah

I'm loaded (I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded)

Yeah, look, they hustle so dry, they 'bout to dehydrate

Pull out of the driveway to hop on the highway with a bad bitch

She do whatever that I say, I'm sad

You ain't in my lane, stop playin'

Got game, I ain't really got friends

Don't know where to begin

My ends ain't really got ends

I don't never depend, I get up, get out the bed

On the track with no brain like a slut without a head, I'm dead

Reincarnated, really caught cases

White stones in my cross, all Caucasian

You think I'm a ball player from the way I ball, baby

All gas, no brakes, like a car racer

I'm a star chaser, she a heartbreaker

Fuck all that, bitch, shake that ass like a salt shaker

Aye, I'm a 7-0, say I'm never bummy

I'm from where the money come from

****, I'm

I'm a boss, I'm a real boy

You the **** of a side hoe

Send 'em back, gettin' cake like a fat boy

Stackin' money to the sky, hoe

****, I'm, yeah

I'm loaded (I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded)

****, I'm, yeah

I'm loaded (I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded)

****, I'm loaded, 223's on that Chicago shit

Mariachi-yaki on that Desperado shit, uh

Don't talk too much, but do a lot of shit

Look, worked off my ass to get a lot of shit

Okay, I'm reloaded, Al Pacino

You ain't know how I keep the pepper on me, jalapeño

Tomatillo, hot sauce, Tapatío

I'm a G, though, your boy talkin' kilo

40 with the beam, whole scene, and I

R.I.P. my **** Shady, do this shit for P-Dot, uh

Whole hood doin' numbers like a kiosk, bang

Chopper bullets bigger than the Fiat, uh

Rain Man, kamikaze in the Reeboks

Early morning, you can catch me on the blina

Ooh, that OG got me loaded

I'm on that shit and you already know it

****, I'm

I'm a boss, I'm a real boy

You the **** of a side hoe

Send 'em back, gettin' cake like a fat boy

Stackin' money to the sky, hoe

****, I'm, yeah

I'm loaded (I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded)

****, I'm, yeah

I'm loaded (I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded)

**** I'm