- Lil Loaded Straight In Freestyle 歌詞
- Lil Loaded
- [Intro]
Gang, gang, gang
Do you want smoke?
Yuh (Loaded done did it again)
Yuh (Loaded done did it again)
Yuh (Loaded done did it again)
We want all the smoke
[Verse]
Aye, Loaded why you flexin? (What?)
Im livin in the moment nigga
Smokin hella gas
The aroma hella potent, nigga (What?)
Sippin hella ackey (What?)
Im pourin hella potion nigga
Xs got me trippin rolling
So watch how you approach me nigga (Brrr, bow)
Let this nigga touch me (What?)
His life gon be so over nigga (Shit)
I aint cut his yard, but Im in a **** with a blow a nigga (A bitch)
Even when I was small, my family knew I was goated nigga (Im that now)
Broke down on the block, and I still knew I was chosen nigga (Bitch)
Gave my dawg my words, so **** it, it aint no foldin nigga
Instead of stackin up, they thought that I was Pringles
That nigga gang bangin, watch how he twist his fingers
He dropped the wrong thing, Ima up it aint no speakin (Lil bitch)
Hit em with the Blicky, Ima spark it aint no reachin
Whole gang gettin guap, we all up, aint no leechin
If my dawg fall off, grab a plate we all eatin (We all eatin)
If my dawg down bad, I toss my boy a brick
I knew we finna a go to war, so I threw my boy a stick
Big ass Drac with a drum for a clip
A cinnamon bun hangin off a nigga hip (What?)
Baggy ass pants and Im walkingwith a limp
If I see a opp walkin, Ima pop him then dip (Rrrrah)
Slangin Dracs broad day, if a nigga playin still (Bitch)
You aint steppin like you say, boy that aint how you built (Cap)
Nigga, talkin out yo neck, still a get a nigga killed (What?)
I got some rellies bangin Blood, they know Im bangin Crip
Twist yo fingers in my face , guaranteed he get a clip
Got a Glocky 23, with a customized grip
That automatic 223, hit that nigga in the clit
So Loaded what you bangin? Nigga what you sayin? (Bitch)
**** nigga I aint playin, hit that nigga in his head (Go get him)
Theses diamonds on me dancin, they been knew I was banded
Lil Loaded was a bandit, found a beat and then I ran it (Go get it)
Rap wasnt the plan, but I been knew I was destined
They waitin on my song like they got a Loaded fetish (What?)
Street nigga Al Capone, I might learn to speak some Spanish
Work smarter, not harder learned that shit from my granny
Best lesson from my brother, grab that Blicky, boy dont panic (Dont panic)
I been eatin on these beasts, like I ran out of candy (What?)
Got the Glocky and the Gucci, tomorrow its the Fendi
Im fresh to death nigga, bitches say Im lookin minty (Fresh)
Ima give this shit my all , I put that shit on me
Ima see a hunnid million, give have of it to [?]
Take the other fifty flip it, invest it for my children
Use the rest thats left over, find some cure for some sickness
If a **** nigga hatin, Im too real, you cant mix it
Right, you pressin on my post, but when I kill em, say Im trippin
On the gang, Ima right smack her, in the streets talk, listen
Ballin hard in the paint, bad boys we the Pistons (Pistons)
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