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Loaded Up
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RJ RJ always tripping, man RJ always tripping, man Aye, aye, aye, Sh*ttyBoyz Off the Runtz, grabbing Ksubis, I'm at Saks cooked Fraud God, I made eighty off this MacBook Oh, the slides ain't hitting? How the jacks look? Doing fraud, see more numbers than a math book Lil' blasian b*t*h pu**y just like Fiji Water Stiff-arming hoes, touchdown like Tiki Barber Why you talking 'bout them Scats? You ain't seen a Charger BIN fire, boy, this slide gon' ping regardless Blessed with the gift, I got the X Factor Made yo b*t*h rub my feet, we had sex after Bro doing wrist work till the [?] shatter Just made twenty off of Chase, I'm a check master Got kicked out of high school, ain't have a prom date Bro was Tiki, I was picking sh*t like Ronde I got a girl to my junkie like a blind date I'm five 'Woods in, I'm high as the crime rate B*t*hes love when I'm on stage, chains dancing Teeth f**ked up, don't matter 'cause I'm handsome I done hit [?] sh*t from [?] out of [?] Life got better, b*t*h got badder Got a dub on me, b*t*h, I'm only nineteen I'm sick of b*t*hes always asking can I swipe these Yeah, I might buy the if the price cheap You gon' catch every single bullet tryna fight me I mean, sh*t, I hope that you can punch bullets White boy shooting sh*t, feel like Chris Mullin Caught a splinter from the K, man, this b*t*h wooden All that money in her bank? Yeah, I been took it At the mall again, I'm a Dior fiend Texting Shane at Saks, told him to Dior me And to the opps, LOL, can you score please? In the jungle, feel like Simba, I was born king I cheated every test in high school, I cannot fake it Now the bad b*t*hes tryna look at my paper broke, stack it high like a skyscraper Perc' 10s make a n***a morph like a Power Ranger I'm loaded up, huh, took a nap, tryna sober up, huh I see the state, boy, it's posted up, huh I'm in the Hellcat eating my [?] huh I'm getting high, should've brought a new lung with me Tryna ball? N***as think Mac McClung with me I don't argue at all, we'll pummel n***as You know I be with all apes, it's the jungle, n***a Both pockets got ten, double-double with me I got Stan and Dee, double trouble with me Just left Sam's Club, that's another giffy I was born with this sh*t, double hustle Sent a rocket out the thunder, I got Russell with me I don't give a f**k unless you got a f**k to give me I'm elevated, slam dunk, you not jumping with me Hustle DNA, boy, I swear that sh*t pumping in me In rush hour, riding with the Chris Tucker with me And these Chinese fees, that's the hustle in me Skilla chewing like gum, who gon' bubble with me? Talking to me nice, save that for them other n***as The hitman lowkey but highkey'll drop something As-salamu alaykum, have [?] run up [?] something You a dead man, have a dreadhead mop something Young n***a wanna sell dope so he copped something
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