Load It Up

Lyrics

[Intro] (LG) (Rahh, it's BKay you know) [Verse 1: CB] Two waps in the ride, let's lurk Twin barrel shotgun, fill it with two I'm really tryna off these nerds Them man rap, we riding first That's why three of them boys on shirts The road ting's fun until your boy's in the grave And you don't wanna come my way Cah' if I whack that out, it's a twin barrel gauge And it won't be leg, it's face All I want is money in abundance But these opps just keep provoking Got man loosing focus, so I gotta go get round and smoke 'em Anywhere I step, I'm comfy Another opp got dropped, that's lovely Don't talk 'bout CJ, what happened on (?), heard that boy got duppied Don't step to my block if you ain't got heart, our retaliation rate is fast When that punk got whackеd, we billed that pack and the gang sat back and laughеd The beef's pepper, it's cooking We need waps, so we jugging Them man rap, when they shouldn't We take risks, that they wouldn't All I need in life is cash and waps, and I'll be set for life Live it up with bae on the weekend Come Monday, I'll be back in the ride Them man broke, with no waps When's the last time corn got crashed? How you talk about gang? Best rate us Don't try come to my block with no shank [Chorus: Baseman] Whip that block or tray Whip this ting up in my lap, I'll clean your whole estate If them feds try take me back, I'm going M.I.A Put them boys up in a pack and pour that Hennessey Oh lord, Fletch Load it up, load it up Really had them goons in the truck Dotty longer than my arm We don't care who you are Load it up, load it up Really had them goons in the truck Dotty longer than my arm We don't care who you are, nah [Verse 3: Teeway] Six shot riches Bine and bitches But man know we don't shot girls (No we don't) Need two three, done a mad ting Clock that, cop that Fill up the ride with hot shots (Bap, bap) Six shank wounds, could've got twelve Confirmed, drop from the Southeast block girl (Fuck) She wan' go out for food and cocktails .38 shots for the tre's and mop bells (Boof) Niggas lying and dying, don't die for the clout Free Lil Jay, just chinged my man with the Zombie K Try signing him out (Try kill him) Graveyard shift on that big bike, resale Call and we're not just riding about (Fuck) Niggas love rap 'bout trapping, stop that shit if you ain't got nine in a drought 323 (?) I'm in the field telling my man, "Let's go" (Bang) Whip bicarb' in this fucking bowl (Bang) Now I got crackheads stealing out Tesco Lil' broski got life for that murder Fuck that judge With the mandem, blessed though Miss Big V on the backstreet hunting, dumping OT sleep, that's rest more Three hundred rocks till it's done, no rest though [Chorus: Baseman] Whip that block or tray Whip this ting up in my lap, I'll clean your whole estate If them feds try take me back, I'm going M.I.A Put them boys up in a pack and pour that Hennessey Oh lord, Fletch Load it up, load it up Really had them goons in the truck Dotty longer than my arm We don't care who you are Load it up, load it up Really had them goons in the truck Dotty longer than my arm We don't care who you are, nah [Outro: CB] Don't talk 'bout CJ, what happened on (?), heard that boy got- (LG) (Rahh, it's BKay you know)