Credits

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

Lyrics

Yeah (ChannoOntheBeat, he a white boy, but still he made it)
Loaded
No cap, ay
I was ju' broke tryna make me play, I was servin' all day from the night to the mornin' (whoa)
These **** know what it is, when I catch 'em, I'm doin' it big, I ain't givin' no warnin'
Go out to Cali to catch me a breeze, blow a bag on some weed, 'member days it was stormin' (on God)
I got some steppers who ridin' for me and they slidin' for me, got more shit than the army
These ain't no regular slides, spent 900 somethin' just to walk 'round the house in these Marnis (on God)
We them **** for real, give a fuck 'bout a bill, this lil' money make these bitches horny
Stuck in the streets, but I knew I was gon' make it big, I was watchin', and now I'm performin' (on God)
Still screamin', "Long live my ****" (on God), I'm smokin' this dope just to cope, I don't know how mourn it
I got some figures put up in the vault (on God)
And my uncle told me, "It ain't 'bout what you do it's about yo' ass not gettin' caught" (on God)
I ju' walk in the store and don't look at the tag, man, I don't even know what I bought (on God)
I spent thousands on designer drip and still up from the hip, hittin' on shit like lacrosse (on God)
I'm really havin', give a fuck 'bout a loss (on God)
Spent yo' deal in a couple of months, pay what you weigh, I ain't doin' no fronts
And I be quick to get drops on a ****, I'm sendin' 'em hitters, I don't gotta hunt
They say the money gon' speak for itself, what I spend in a week what you make in a month
I'm the type go out and get it no help, on the run, outta breath, I feel like Forrest Gump
I was ju' broke tryna make me play, I was servin' all day from the night to the mornin' (whoa)
These **** know what it is, when I catch 'em, I'm doin' it big, I ain't givin' no warnin'
Go out to Cali to catch me a breeze, blow a bag on some weed, 'member days it was stormin' (on God)
I got some steppers who ridin' for me and they slidin' for me, got more shit than the army
These ain't no regular slides, spent 900 somethin' just to walk 'round the house in these Marnis (on God)
We them **** for real, give a fuck 'bout a bill, this lil' money make these bitches horny
Stuck in the streets, but I knew I was gon' make it big, I was watchin', and now I'm performin' (on God)
Still screamin', "Long live my ****" (on God), I'm smokin' this dope just to cope, I don't know how mourn it
Whoa, ay, I pop out cleaner than Dove, ten thousand fit in my pants like a glove
Now that I'm up, ain't new folks around 'cause wasn't nobody here when I didn't have a buzz
Ay, and I'm locked in with plug, keep comin' back 'cause he showin' me love
Now I'm all over the world, it was days ain't have nothin' and didn't nobody know who I was
Ay, ABP takin' over the city, she mad at me 'cause her pussy ain't hittin'
I can turn this dirty money to clean, and I'm still sippin' lean, too much paper I'm gettin'
Ay, in the game, I ain't doin' no sittin', and that cat fat, tryna rub on her kitten
ABP, we international, I got 'em bumpin' my music all way out in Britain (on God)
Ay, I keep some pape' with me
Got a few hunnid put up, so you don't gotta worry 'cause yo' bih safe with me
She wanna have me a baby, ho, you must be crazy, can't no bitch mate with me
Ion care what a bitch do, she ain't gotta be right, long as she keep it straight with me
Know you wanna ride in this Wraith with me
I was ju' broke tryna make me play, I was servin' all day from the night to the mornin'
These **** know what it is, when I catch 'em, I'm doin' it big, I ain't givin' no warnin'
Go out to Cali to catch me a breeze, blow a bag on some weed, 'member days it was stormin'
I got some steppers who ridin' for me and they slidin' for me, got more shit than the army, ****
Yeah, got more shit than the
I got some steppers who ridin' for me and they slidin' for me, got more shit than the army, ****
On God, Loaded
(ChannoOntheBeat, he a white boy, but still he made it)
Written by: Katreveon Smith
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