作词 : Dashawn Robertson/Eduardo Juarez Hernandez/Lee Jaehee
作曲 : Dashawn Robertson/Eduardo Juarez Hernandez/Lee Jaehee
Gang, gang, gang
Do you want smoke?
Yuh (Loaded done did it again)
Yuh (Loaded done did it again)
Yuh (Loaded done did it again)
We want all the smoke
Aye, Loaded why you flexin'? (What?)
I'm livin' in the moment nigga
Smokin' hella gas
The aroma hella potent, nigga (What?)
Sippin' hella ackey (What?)
I'm pourin' hella potion nigga
X's got me trippin' rolling
So watch how you approach me nigga (Brrr, bow)
Let this nigga touch me (What?)
His life gon' be so over nigga (Shit)
I ain't cut his yard, but I'm in a **** with a blow a nigga (A *****)
Even when I was small, my family knew I was goated nigga (I'm that now)
Broke down on the block, and I still knew I was chosen nigga (*****)
Gave my dawg my words, so **** it, it ain't no foldin' nigga
Instead of stackin' up, they thought that I was Pringles
That nigga gang bangin', watch how he twist his fingers
He dropped the wrong thing, I'ma up it ain't no speakin' (Lil *****)
Hit em' with the Blicky, I'ma spark it ain't no reachin'
Whole gang gettin' guap, we all up, ain't no leechin'
If my dawg fall off, grab a plate we all eatin' (We all eatin')
If my dawg down bad, I toss my boy a brick
I knew we finna' a go to war, so I threw my boy a stick
Big ass Drac' with a drum for a clip
A cinnamon bun hangin' off a nigga hip (What?)
Baggy ass pants and I'm walking with a limp
If I see a opp walkin', I'ma pop him then dip (Rrrrah)
Slangin' Drac's broad day, if a nigga playin' still (*****)
You ain't steppin' like you say, boy that ain't how you built (Cap)
Nigga, talkin' out yo' neck, still a get a nigga killed (What?)
I got some rellies bangin' Blood, they know I'm bangin' Crip
Twist yo' fingers in my face, guaranteed he get a clip
Got a Glocky 23, with a customized grip
That automatic 223, hit that nigga in the clit
So Loaded what you bangin'? Nigga what you sayin'? (*****)
**** nigga I ain't playin', hit that nigga in his head (Go get him)
Theses diamonds on me dancin', they been knew I was banded
Lil Loaded was a bandit, found a beat and then I ran it (Go get it)
Rap wasn't the plan, but I been knew I was destined
They waitin' on my song like they got a Loaded fetish (What?)
Street nigga Al Capone, I might learn to speak some Spanish
Work smarter, not harder learned that **** from my granny
Best lesson from my brother, grab that Blicky, boy don't panic (Don't panic)
I been eatin' on these beasts, like I ran out of candy (What?)
Got the Glocky and the Gucci, tomorrow it's the Fendi
I'm fresh to death nigga, *****es say I'm lookin' minty (Fresh)
I'ma give this **** my all, I put that **** on me
I'ma see a hunnid million, give have of it to
Take the other fifty flip it, invest it for my children
Use the rest that's left over, find some cure for some sickness
If a **** nigga hatin', I'm too real, you can't mix it
Right, you pressin' on my post, but when I kill em', say I'm trippin'
On the gang, I'ma right smack her, in the streets talk, listen
Ballin' hard in the paint, bad boys we the Pistons (Pistons)
