Loaded lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Verse 1: Preme]
Both middle fingers to the force
I just left port in a Porsche
And I always chose money over war
Still ready for the beef but don't talk to the pork
Just a young n*gga from the way getting paid
We been living but I die for the homies any day
And they love me from the 6 to the Bay
Roll a n*gga over in the Rolls if he in the way
I'm loaded, racked up loaded
Back up n*gga, I'm way too frozen
Hundred pill rolling bet she love me by the morning
A-list b*tch but her name ain't important
If they buy a brick in my city I import it
Would shout out my connect but the feds might quote it
No 9 to 5 cause that sh*t look boring
New whip, new b*tch and them hoes both foreign
Woah, middle fingers to the cops
b*tch I'm the boss on my block
My little bro changed since the day he got shot
Bandana and the hammer now we look like Pac
Just trying to make a million with this pen, get my n*ggas out the pen
Build a dozen n*ggas [?] and I do this sh*t again
Man I only got brothers, I ain't never had friends
Getting dollars with them n*ggas that ain't never had cents
Oh no
[Hook: Preme]
f*ck all them n*ggas they dodging
All of them b*tches is my b*tches
All of my n*ggas is mobbing
[?]
We loaded
f*ck all them n*ggas, my n*ggas is loaded
We loaded
f*ck, man we get it, we loaded
f*ck all them n*ggas we mobbing
I turn from your b*tch to my b*tch
And a n*gga gon' try sh*t
Listen lil n*gga go backwards
We loaded
f*ck all them n*ggas, my n*ggas is loaded
We loaded
f*ck, man we get it, we loaded

[Verse 2: YG]
No white T's anymore, they don't check ID's anymore
Got a b*tch named Christian Dior, cause all the b*tch wear is Christian Dior
Catch a n*gga ridin' by myself
Got the nine on me, I ain't really ridin' by myself
I don't need help, I count mine by myself
On a mission to the money, I designed by myself
I'm loaded, racked up loaded
Backup n*gga, watch how I blow this
This sh*t come and go, hocus pocus
Gotta keep a hundred some plays in motion
She tryna f*ck all day and get loaded
I wanna f*ck two, but I'm tryna get focused
Million dollars in there, what a n*gga grossing?
Used to kick down the front door, now the door open
Ooh, we don't f*ck with the opps, baby tryna f*ck up the knots
Oh, and if you f*ck up tonight, we gon' have to jack off the Glock
I'm just tryna cop a house in the hills, couple mills
Can I live?, big steak on the grill
In the safe half a mill, P Reign 4 hundred
OVO 4 hundred, six side so trill
[Hook: Preme]
f*ck all them n*ggas they dodging
All of them b*tches is my b*tches
All of my n*ggas is mobbing
[?]
We loaded
f*ck all them n*ggas, my n*ggas is loaded
We loaded
f*ck, man we get it, we loaded
f*ck all them n*ggas we mobbing
I turn from your b*tch to my b*tch
And a n*gga gon' try sh*t
Listen lil n*gga go backwards
We loaded
f*ck all them n*ggas, my n*ggas is loaded
We loaded
f*ck, man we get it, we loaded
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