Loaded

Yeah, yeah Alright, alright Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (17) (D-Roc) I'm the same nigga that came from the bottom I don't really care what they think about me I don't give a fuck what that ho said I just know these lil' bitches better not come back around me (Yeah) Oh, he dissin'? Man, I said that New 'Vette, I did that New stick, I cop that That's your bitch? I pop that Young-ass nigga with a whole lot of money Lot of bags in and a lot of bags comin' Young bad bitch at the table with somethin' You already know that I'm loaded off ganja AP, half a ticket on me, new bitch, quarter mil' on her My lean, don't touch my cup That's your bitch? I don't want her B say, "Trust and don't love no ho" I be in all type of shit that they don't know Nine sticks in my whip like Romo New whip I copped came with turbo Stick in my denim, so I can't keep my pants low Ten niggas with me, tryna do it at the Conoco Rosary my whole arm, so Hatin'-ass nigga tryna double back and backdoor If I don't keep a thing, keep the money and a strap though You ain't thinkin' with your brain, it get left in your lap, bro Try me, I ain't worried 'bout them, so So I'ma get the money 'til I'm gone, that's how that go 911 ride, see the top all gone I'm probably doin' business, got six iPhones I'm livin' how I'm livin', don't right my wrongs And you knowin' that I'm at it 'til they head all gone Oh, he dissin'? Man, I said that New 'Vette, I did that New stick, I cop that That's your bitch? I pop that I'm the same nigga that came from the bottom I don't really care what they think about me I don't give a fuck what that ho said I just know these lil' bitches better not come back around me (Yeah) New chick and lil' shorty eighteen With a new AP rose gold, my bitch Got a beam on the glizzy, got a beam on the stick Eight racks total on a Balmain fit Say a nigga want smoke, let me call my nigga Money comin' by the load, U-Haul got bigger Plenty my friends, they done came through the backdoor Slidin' out a Benz, on the block you sell crack, ho Straight tens, she basic Exotic my whips, X rated In the project with some Crips, I ain't never ever tradin' Really in the field like an Oakland Raider Out the Caddy, he be rippin' the Uzi Get a mattress, we gon' fill it with groupies Hundred shots out the clip, make a movie Matte black Hellcat with the toolie Get your hat back 'fore you say you gon' do me Blue flag, steady dissin' his dead ass Who died? I'm in love with her red ass Grimy lil' nigga, gon' empty the whole mag Such a slimy lil' nigga, in love with a low rag Fuck all that dissin', boy, come and get your bro back If shorty be missin', nigga, come get your ho back Oh, he dissin'? Man, I said that New 'Vette, I did that New stick, I cop that That's your bitch? I pop that I'm the same nigga that came from the bottom I don't really care what they think about me I don't give a fuck what that ho said I just know these lil' bitches better not come back around me (Yeah) (17) (D-Roc)