Loaded
Key Glock
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Yeah (Woah, Kenny!) Ayy What's up doc? Ayy, I got carats (what's up) Diamonds in my wrist jump around like a rabbit Catch me out in traffic with them choppas I'm a savage Chillin' with a baddie now my ex bitch jealous Yeah, flexing so hard now her friends say I'm petty Uh, everybody know that I'm a bad bitch bandit Yeah, I be fly as f*ck ain't no tellin' when I'm landin' Yeah this shit getting epic and my wrist on Atlantic Ocean, foreign whip coasting, sipping potion, moving slow motion Got me like, "Oh shit" might start dozing Wrist start hurting, put ice on my Rollie Racks not folding, pants get swollen My rose froze, spent twenty on emoji Drop like soldiers, bitch you know it Bank accounts and my guns loaded (yeah) Smoke a lot of weed like I grow it I got old money, ain't moldy, yeah Jewelry game get a bitch cozy, oh So so smooth no lotion, yeah Ride around town with a toaster, uh Yeah bitch I'ma pop up for the bread Lil' nigga you do the mostest, yuh That's what this dumb bitch just said Fucked on the floor made her fall off the bed Ayy before you go, can I get some more head? Ayy, kicked out the door, and I hopped in my Benz Then I do it again but this time with her friend Yeah, break her back like I'm Shaq at the rim Yeah, I told that bitch I'm the creme de la creme Yeah, I told that bitch that I'm the best that there is Yeah, I told that bitch that she knows what it is I spent a million on ice just to chill Got some more water, might buy some gills Yeah they be like this lil' nigga is ill Yeah they be like this lil' nigga for real Uh, off the porch straight to the field Yeah, I'm rich and still ride with my steel Yeah, I put crystal balls on my ears Uh, I'm balling hard, bitch, I got skills Ayy What's up doc? Ayy, I got carats (what's up) Diamonds in my wrist jump around like a rabbit Catch me out in traffic with them choppas I'm a savage Chillin' with a baddie now my ex bitch jealous Yeah, flexing so hard now her friends say I'm petty Uh, everybody know that I'm a bad bitch bandit Yeah, I be fly as f*ck ain't no tellin' when I'm landin' Yeah this shit getting epic and my wrist on Atlantic Ocean, foreign whip coasting, sipping potion, moving slow motion Got me like, "Oh shit" might start dozing Wrist start hurting, put ice on my Rollie Racks not folding, pants get swollen My rose froze, spent twenty on emoji Drop like soldiers, bitch you know it Bank accounts and my guns loaded (yeah) yeah
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Written by: Markeyvius Cathey
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