FULLY LOADED

Lyrics

[Intro] (Trademark!) (Woo) [Verse 1] I got a problem, I'm geeked, and I'm flexin' Like, she pray to God like a nigga a blessin' (Woo) I'm geeked, and I'm loaded, just leave me a message I can't pull up on you, no, bitch, I'm a legend No, bitch, not allegedly, this shit official Your bitch pull up on me, blow dick like a whistle No, boy, you not him 'cause yo' swag not original (Not original) Balenciaga my sweatsuit, I'm doggin' it But I ain't joggin', no, I'm in the Sprinter now XXL, big as hell, I'm a winner now Flight after flight, at the steakhouse for dinner now "Oh, what's your name? I forgot," can't remember now Took a good bitch to the hood, she a sinner now X2 gon' skrrt when I'm skippin', I'm dippin' out XCX, Charli, she fancy like Iggy now Pull out the Phantom, this ho get to flippin' out Business is business, your ho want a minute now I'm in the Hollywood hills with my niggas now She hit my phone like, "DC, how you livin' now?" [Chorus] Like, I'm fully loaded, I'm fully loaded (Yeah) I'm fully loaded, I'm fully loaded (Yeah) Can't be my bitch, now she sayin' I'm bogus now Dead presidents all around me, I'm loaded now I'm fully loaded, I'm fully loaded I'm fully loaded, I'm fully loaded Smokin' OG, niggas smell like a Lotus now She give me fire-ass brain, she a motor-mouth I'm fully loaded, I'm fully loaded (Woo) I'm fully loaded, I'm fully loaded I'm fully loaded, I'm fully loaded (Woo) I'm fully loaded, I'm fully loaded [Verse 2] I'm in Melbourne, overseas, shit in order now (Yeah) Rip out the top, now I feel like I'm floatin' out (Yeah) I need my fire when I walk out escorted now (Yeah) Stomp on the pedal, this bitch get to roarin' out This bitch call me Daddy, I know she got issues, uh (Woo) Pull out her phone, takin' pictures I cover my face up, lil' shawty, don't mention me, ayy (Woo) Don't drop the lo', I got enemies (Woo) I don't know why, but these niggas, they envy me, ayy I dog this bitch to infinity (Woah) I put my side ho in Coco and Tiffany, ayy (Woah) I met a bitch in Waikiki named Tiffany (Woah) She bought a flight to L.A. to come visit me (Woah) I don't know how this lil' ho still remember me (Woah) I fucked her friend, now she sayin' she missin' me (Woah) Take out my phone, I can't see what you sendin' me I'm out of storage, your ho keep on hittin' me Come get your man, why the fuck he so pressed? (Woah) I can make you a widow like John F. Kennedy Yeah, fashion on fashion, I pull up all kinda late (Woo) I got a Latina ho, she like, "Ándale" ¿Cómo se dice, "Lil' ho, shut the fuck up"? (Woo) You just for the night, I can treat you all kinda ways Uno, dos, tres, all this guap, keep it on the way Bitch, get undressed, give me top, then I'm on the way (Yeah) I got a X on my chest, the Wakanda way (Yeah, yeah) Ricky, Raf Simons, my jeans the designer way [Chorus] Like, I'm fully loaded, I'm fully loaded (Yeah) I'm fully loaded, I'm fully loaded (Yeah) Can't be my bitch, now she sayin' I'm bogus now (Yeah, yeah) Dead presidents all around me, I'm loaded now (Yeah) I'm fully loaded, I'm fully loaded (Yeah) I'm fully loaded, I'm fully loaded (Yeah) Smokin' OG, niggas smell like a lotus now (Yeah) She give me fire-ass brain, she a motor-mouth (Yeah, yeah) I'm fully loaded, I'm fully loaded (Woo) I'm fully loaded, I'm fully loaded I'm fully loaded, I'm fully loaded (Woo) I'm fully loaded, I'm fully loaded (Loaded)