Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tre Loaded
Tre Loaded
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Katreveon Smith
Katreveon Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Say Breezy
Say Breezy
Producer
Elijah Beasley
Elijah Beasley
Recording Engineer
Adrian Laity
Adrian Laity
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah (Ha)
Loaded, bitch, on God
Ayy, if I do for you, what you gon' do for me? (Nah-nah)
No cap (What you gon' do for me?)
(Say Breezy, haha)
Ayy
Ayy, if I do for you, what you gon' do for me? (Yeah)
Wanna be the gang, but you can't hang, you ain't gon' shoot for me (On God)
I was comin' through for the same ones who ain't come through for me (Huh, huh)
Countin' this money like it grow on trees, why you ain’t root for me? (Bang, bang)
"Who is he?" I'm that lit, young **** always flexin' racks (On God)
I did shit that other **** couldn't 'cause I know how to stack (Bitch)
They want me help, when I was fucked up, ain't get no congrats (On God, on God)
Down to my last cent, I made it back, I didn't know how to act (Woah)
Ayy, when you start gettin' money, watch 'em change up (Yeah)
I had my lil' boy start flippin' 'bows went got my change up (On God)
My lil' cousins watchin me on TV, think I'm famous (Mm-hmm)
I got bitches who ain't come around until I came up (Bang, Loaded)
I got two Rollies on my wrist to keep my time right (Yeah)
Knew this shit was comin', now Tre Loaded in the limelight (Yeah)
Without all these diamonds on my arm, I'm still gon' shine bright (On God)
And this shit I'm smokin' have you chokin', get your mind right
Every time I walk up out the house, I keep a ten or more
You got your pieces out the mall, I'm at the jewelry store
She gone fuck on me just 'cause my diamonds, she a jewelry ho (Ugh)
Got all these chains for Instagram, that ain't your jewelry though
Ayy, if I do for you, what you gon' do for me?
Wanna be the gang, but you can't hang, you ain't gon' shoot for me
I was comin' through for the same ones who ain't come through for me (Yeah)
Countin' this money like it grow on trees, why you ain’t root for me? (On God, on God, on God)
I can't hear shit you got to say because I'm puffin' loud
Ain't got no money in your pants, boy, that shit out of style
I used to broke, I ain't gon' lie, but, shit, it's been a while
I ain't got nothin', you give an inch and they gon' take a mile (On God)
You tryna get your fame up and get your name up (Bitch)
Every time somethin' happen to them ****, they come blame us (Blame us)
Come in the game and shoot from deep, I got my range up (Yeah)
I call up lil' Joe 'cause that’s my twin, we on the same stuff (Yeah, yeah)
We on the same shit (Yeah), you get your brain split (Yeah)
I got **** out here mad at me, we fucked the same bitch (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
Everybody for you when it's sunny 'til that rain hit (Bang, bang, bang)
Trap ****, made a couple thousand in the same 'fit (Bang, bang, bang)
Ayy, if I do for you, what you gon' do for me? (Uh-huh)
Wanna be the gang, but you can't hang, you ain't gon' shoot for me (On God, ****)
I was comin' through for the same ones who ain't come through for me (Loaded)
Countin' this money like it grow on trees, why you ain’t root for me? (Loaded, Loaded)
Ayy, if I do for you, what you gon' do for me? (Mm, mm)
Wanna be the gang, but you can't hang, you ain't gon' shoot for me (Bang, bang, bang)
I was comin' through for the same ones who ain't come through for me (Mm-hmm, yeah)
Countin' this money like it grow on trees, why you ain’t root for me? (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, ****)
Bitch
Written by: Katreveon Smith
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