LOADED FREESTYLE ft. Brody Byington Lyrics

Ay, talk about me, I'ma hit em up like Tupac

Got two Glocks, I'm on the scene like Biggie askin' who shot

Like, gimme that loot over there, she ask me to screw, I'm like, where?

I'm passin' the tool to my brother, 'n he gonna pop if you stare

Smokin' weed, I'm poppin' pillies till I'm throwin' up (cap)

No fear in sight, she posted with a guy, so I'm not showin' up

Off the top balcony, we throwin' cups

Feel like LeBron James, you know that I be throwin' dunks (yeah i be throwing dunks)

I be throwin' layups, hit your bitch, we in the Himalayas

My revolver spinnin' like a dreidel, my shit hot, fuego

I got hitters on the payroll, she gon' go like she Diego

Bitches callin' on the payphone, I won't pick up, I'm gon' say no

Yeah, your bitch gon' get rejected, I got diamonds on my necklace

I'm gon' chop your neck, you headless, she gon' give me brain, she headless

Told her, gimme your intelligence, they don't listen when I tell em shit

Hear my engine when I'm revvin' it

Two women pullin' up, they nice as hell

They said they drunk and I said, darlin', I can tell

And I can smell, did you take a fuckin' breath mint?

You need to go home and shower, tidy up, refreshment

Ay, this page ain't loadin', I'm refreshin

No matter how hard or big they go, you know I'm steppin

Yeah, I'm reppin', my word, my rhyme, my fuckin' weapon

They testin', waitin' for these pills to kick, they set in

Ay, yuh, she gon' eat my dick just like some licorice

I play your bitch like instruments, them bullets quick its instant shit

My trigger finger itchin', bitch, she eat it like a Twizzler, bitch

I take your bitch and bend her over, you gotta hoe then send her over

Told her, this the end, it's over, nah, I'm kiddin', I been winnin

Lil' hoe, this is only the beginnin', got the windows tinted

She don't even see me when I'm whippin

And they don't see me when I'm dippin

Got the gun, it's on my hip, if they gon' trip, it got extensions

Ay, tell that bitch to turn it down a few

In the Benz, I'll ride around and shoot

You know I always count the blue

I pour a few, I down a few

My gang, we surrounding you

I'ma drop the fuckin' top, I'm like a king with a crown to you

Smokin' green, I'm rollin' weed, you fuck with me, I'll pull the three

You disagree? I told him leave

That bitch was mad, I pulled a weave

Ay, why you mad that I'm still shinin'

take a pill, the stars alignin

Got me smokin' out my mind, shit I can't even tell the time

I hit the three, that boulder be

Right on my wrist, you know it gleam

I'm Mr. Clean, I got a mop and it's a beam

Them bullets hit your team

if you run away, we snipin

Hunnid bands up on my nightstand

Really think my choppa likes it

He a rat, don't bring the mice in

Hear him squeak, feel like Meek, make a mill

I'm on the street, on the street with a Glock

Aim a beam at your mom, take a peep, I feel like Tom

Baby Keem, i've just been honest

I've been runnin' shit and gunnin' shit, I guess I'm just the bomb

I guess I'ma blow up, blow up (aye, yeah)

Tell that bitch to get the pour up, po up

Yeah, you know that we gonna go up, go up

Ay, yeah, you know that we gon' glow up, glow up

Ay, yeah, you know that we gon po up, pour up

I can't, I got bitches, you know, whoa, whoa, whoa

Got, you know, whole lot of smokin

I got your bitch in the room chokin

Yeah, she chokin

I rose in