Fully Loaded

Ghetto Boy shit, **** I keep a hunnid racks on me

I ain't slippin, keep a couple straps on me

Bitch I might have a deuce of act on me

You will never catch me with a rack on me, like

What the fuck is a thousand dollas, life was good when I was broke then came a lot of pr

When I made the commas, came a lot of problems

Bitch said she proud of me, I took her Prada shoppin

Fully loaded drake in my possession, this is not a K

Me and double just po'd up 12 lines, this is not a eight

Told Primo loop the beat for me, I got a lot to say

A **** tried to rob me this morning, alright listen

A **** tried to rob me this morning, 10 people got shot today

Poured a six of tris, I ain't like how it taste, I threw the pop away

The police jumped behind me, hit two lefts and threw the glock away

I ain't tryna get that high, I just gave a deuce of snot away

Seven chains, two watches, they can't keep up

I hate when I ain't got no drank, it fuck my sleep up

I'll put 20 racks on yo head and fuck ya week up

I think I'm too loud on the mic, cut the beat up

Shot my bitch in the leg cause she cut my Gucci tee up

Boujee drank sipper, I ain't never po'd a three up

30 shots hangin, I ain't never had my heat tucked

Just slapped my bitch, this dumb hoe called her daddy, he got beat up

Brand new tires on the hellcat, I tore the streets up

Made 30 racks last week, put 20Gs up

Oh you want a hunnid grams, I'm finna turn 20g's up

I need a eight of wock, and 10 perks to pop I hit 2Gs up

Drank kickin hard, this shit'll fuck Bruce Lee up

Hit a bitch on her period, fucked my white tee up

Had to put the bitch out, I ain't too fond of that bleedin stuff

Fye on a **** then hit him with the

And make him bleed and stuff

I'm movin round with shh and a glizzy

If you ain't afraid to take a risk, then come and get it with me

I just hit another state and now I'm in another city

I just copped exotic bows and man the tickets lookin pretty

If you ain't gettin no money, ion expect yo ass to get it

If you ain't a hunnid bands up, you are not permitted

If you ain't gettin no money, why the fuck you even listenin?

Every time me and Ri get on a beat, we be trippin

Thinkin you can fuck with us, on God you boys is silly

Ri just put a 50 in the blicky, is he trippin?

Pray to God them boys don't start singin, Lionel Ritchie

And I keep my faith in God, that's why I'm steppin in some Christians

Ever since I started gettin pape, shit ain't been the same

Friends reveal them true selves, name of the game

I just really want the money brotha you can keep the fame

All my people bout to get put on, I'll be the one to blame