I'm reloaded, like I'm Tony Montana

I'm going all out with my Glock 40 with drums, David Banner

Riding bikes out every summer, selling drought

In the winter

This just a start and I'm gon' finish it, y'all **** beginners

I brought this ARP, we bring it to your crib

Like them neighbors

And if you disrespect, I walk in like your

Pops, I gon' spank you

And if you wanna trap, you're dealing with

Big Bands Entertainment

This choppa a wash 'em down with Tide, and throw his ass out like Granger, ****

Back in my 2020 bag, you want some beef, I got some cash

I got them ARs and the mags

And if you try me, we gon' blast I'm on your ass

And every time I speak, you know it's facts My **** Tez can vouch for that

And I let God sort them out, cause all these lil' boys speak is kap

I got this fully automatic Make some noise, we leave you static

And I put one up to your head, and now you're dead up in a casket

Free my cousin, this shit tragic When he out, your ass go panic

Big Bands Entertainment, this the M.O.B, we do no ratting, ayy

Snap my fingers, disappear this shit, this shit called magic

Pour it raining in this bitch, it's thunderstorming, hear the static

I got the ARs and them choppers, I'm sending blitz, but this ain't madden

It's a purge up in my city, late night, yeah this shit is tragic

High as hell, I'm smoking dope Ain't no lil' Nas X, yo bitch ride my dick like a rodeo

Stackin paper, now I'm on the road and finally

Doing shows

I'm the side of the realest, yeah, you should

Already know it

****, go get you your own Cross me, stab me in my back, acting like I did you wrong

But I'm reloaded, got a stand-up clip attachment on that hoe

Shoot that bitch, I let it blow, I'm tryna up the fuckin' score

Ain't from the D, but yeah, we'll put shit on the floor

You speakin' bout me and my guys, okay, fasho

Postin' recaps on your IG, you a ho

I'm still reloaded, I keep my gun on me, fasho