Loaded

Loaded and loaded and loaded and geeked trap house loaded with lotta shit,

Every letter and plus a whole lotta brick

Hit the studio making straight gutta music

Baby let's get into it

Say she love the percs and I love the percs too

Let's pour a deuce deuce

If you don't like him either what we gon do about it?

In my dreams demons talk to me, "like you ain't gon pop the kid" shit I ain't no pussy

Bae check out my outfit, took it straight off the guy, told him I ain't no rookie

Go to bed get ya mammy jammys I'm outside dark night loaded with heroin

And that's why I'm up now, late nights whipping my wrist think bout bust-downs