RELOAD (feat. Young Fly Sin)

All these thieves couldn't be my friends Not my mans cause they fuck up the ends Snakes in the grass, won't trust them again Keep the tint all black when it's time for the bend Mans run track at the sound of the blem Click, clack, pow! I reload it again No reverse, double bacc in the Benz Me and Sin from mud, but we dodgin' the pen Okay, slide Bought a lil 8th, so I'm down for the ride Know I love da slab, 34's on the height Know a bitch swang left, so I swerve to right Ooh, glide Oh so clean, when I hop out the side When I hop out the whip, i'ma spark up the lye Now I'm back in the ship, blast off to da sky Ask Astral P, I done seen a nigga fly Back in this bitch, and I'm lighter than a feather A nigga levitatin', I don't need no lever Just a switch on k, case the ops get clever Gon' head and hit J Tell 'em bring the suppressor Ooh, get 'em Metal, bender Mans, too kettle Nah, I don't settle Hell naw, neva They don't want no steam No smoke No pressure I ain't really vegan but I love me the lettuce She say I need greens, and I get more cheddar Carry the weight But I'm stuck with the ugh Heavy, ugh Heavy, ugh Yeah Stay in some Bape, with a couple of bands All of this money I don't understand Your bestie keep on asking for my gram She dived in my DM's and floated and swam It's like if it was a part of the plan She put it on me, I say that's my jam Wham Fresh, like it's out of the can Garments, they come from Japan Don't get a tan I'm talkin' heat like the sun Cartridges come with the gun It's like we do this for fun I still miss all my dead homies And so I ain't missing, I'm lifting the drum Wildin' out widdit I'm spinnin' this block till it's spun Stuck like it's tangled in gum Shots like Red Bull the rum Are you dumb Stupid, I just want the ones Flexin', I'm lifting the game up While lifting your chain up And boy this shit feel like a ton All them niggas is bunz You let them lie to you niggas Inspire you niggas That's when I spin back around with the fire Supplyin' you niggas This ain't no loud gas, it's quiet for niggas I'm talkin' churches and hearses and choirs for niggas Bussin' it Underhand with the hammer Overhand, like I'm Hagler Baggin' hoes like I'm Santa Let the kids go bananas You ain't really got the answers Twistin' yo mans up like zaza The sneakers is Prada Denim by Dolcé Gabbana I do a feature for product Treatin' the beef like a foreign I just push the button to start up Niggas get wet up Runnin' it like Jerome Bettis You think that you better Then bet us If I get caught in the terror Bury me throwing the set up You fuckin' bum This shit feel like a ton When you gotta say who won Call it a dub We gon' just call it a win And take yo money again, when it's done Yeah Movin' through the trap like a muthafuccin' hot boy Trap money, servin' up the muthafuccin' blocc boy Only 93 in the tank, fuck a Altoid's case Load up the K, and eradicate snakes Collect the check, I evaporate the place I don't really give a damn, dump the ops in the lake They ain't really checkin' for you when your pockets on brake They gon' really check up on you when you're late for your wake Yeah, swang in dis bitch, drippin' candy paint Hop out the whip, it's looking skrange Gettin' real scary like Annie Mae Ghost in the shell, fuck my enemies Fuck my enemies Fuck my enemies Ghost in the shell, fuck my enemies