クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tre Loaded
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Katreveon Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Say Breezy
Producer
Elijah Beasley
Recording Engineer
Adrian Laity
Mixing Engineer
歌詞
Uh
Uh, slow down, I'm in here shootin' right now with that wand, ****
No cap
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Loaded (Say Breezy, haha)
Yeah
I went from scrapin' up change to countin' up bankrolls
These racks thick as a brick and it can't fold (Woah)
Go get a bag, ****, what is you waitin' for? (Waitin' on, ayy)
Came up from shit, ****, what's you hatin' for? (Hatin' on)
Hit his ass up, have him spinnin' like tango (On God)
If I shoot at your top, better lay low (Bang)
Get away gang, takeoff in a Durango (On go)
My lil' bitch bad, her ass soft like a mango (Woah, on God)
Woah, boxin' shit in like a playpen (On God)
Fucked his bitch in the bed that he lay in (Bang, bang)
You tryna jump off the porch, better stay in
If you want me to pop up gotta pay then (How)
We at the strip throwin' ones, bring the rake in
And my circle real small, can't let fake in (No one in)
They ain't want me in the game, had to break in
I can go blow nine thousand and make ten (Ten)
**** do shit for the media (No cap)
And they bookin' me up like Expedia (No cap)
Money was large, blowin' up like meteor
My life was hard but this shit gettin' easier
Baby your ass gettin' fat, what they feedin' you? (What they feedin' you?)
I got hoes but just know they ain't seein' you
They tryna fight for your spot but ain't beatin' you (On God)
**** do some to me, I'm deletin' you (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
Every time I hit the booth, bitch, I go in (On God)
And my young **** put switches on four gens (On God)
I used to wear hand-me-downs, had to grow in
Nah, I ain't knockin', I'm kickin' the door in (Door in)
I got some 'za for the high and the low end (Low end)
Soon as we get 'em they gon' get some more in (More in)
And I got shoes ain't even put my toe in (Toe in)
Double cup king, I got somethin' you can pour in (No cap)
Woah, and this dope that I got on me musty (On God)
Showin' racks, you can look but don’t touch me (On God)
Old money, this shit gettin' dusty (Yeah)
And I'm doggin' these hoes like a husky (I'm kiddin')
Always work on my shot, can't get rusty
I spent thousands on these diamonds bustin'
I been shittin' on these ****, no flushin' (Ayy)
And they bitin' on the drip 'cause I'm buzzin' (Yeah)
Give a fuck 'bout a ho', bitch, I'm paid (I'm paid)
And we a run in your shit like a raid (A raid)
Really stompin' on shit like parades (Parades)
I had to go get it and you had it made (Made)
'Wood so fat, look like I'm burnin' sage (Sage)
Wanna go buy me a crib with a maid (A maid)
I been knew I was meant for the stage (Woah, woah)
They know I'm a beast, had me locked in a cage
Every time I make a post, bitch, I give it (Ayy)
And we'll fill his head up like a whippet (Yeah)
Folks tryna sign me just off of a snippet (On God, On God)
Ain't got no cold but they say I'm the sickest (On God)
Before they heard all them shots, it was crickets
I got some **** gon' spin like a fidget
Stack up my money it's tall as a midget (Bang)
Deep at my show, we went over the limit (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
I went from scrapin' up change to countin' up bankrolls
These racks thick as a brick and it can't fold (Woah)
Go get a bag, ****, what is you waitin' for?
Came up from shit, ****, what's you hatin' for? (Ha)
Hit his ass up, have him spinnin' like tango (Spin, spin, spin, spin)
If I shoot at your top, better lay low
Get away gang, takeoff in a Durango
My lil' bitch bad, her ass soft like a mango
Yeah, ayy, my lil' bitch bad, her ass soft like a— no cap
Loaded
My lil' bitch bad, her ass soft like a mango, ****
Written by: Katreveon Smith