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[Intro] You was on bullshit I was—I was fuckin' with you and you was on bullshit You actin' like a nigga wasn't gon' be up Now a nigga up and you tryna fuck And I ain't even tryna get down Ah, ah, ha-ha-ha Now you want me Huh, huh, huh, huh, now you want me Huh, huh, huh, huh, now you want me (Huh) You ain't want me back then, huh, now you on me Huh, huh, huh, now you on me Huh, huh, huh, huh, now you on me Now you on me [Verse 1] Blicked up, yeah, I keep me a stick Blicked up, yeah, I keep me a stick When I walk through that bitch, yeah, I keep me a stick Yeah, I walk through that bitch and I'm blicked up I just walked in that bitch and I got a AP on my wrist, it's not an Invicta Can't bang-bang with my gang-gang, you get cropped out the picture [Chorus] Woah, woah, my life still loadin' I been gettin' money, these niggas been trolling I ain't had no jewelry, now my neck and wrist frozen I ain't had no social media, now see me when I'm scrollin' [Verse 2] Oh shit, I came from the mud Now I'm out in Cali, shoutout to my Blood It is what it is, yeah, it was what it was I been fuckin' this bitch for years, we got a strong connection Went from commercial to first class, now I'm jumpin' off a jet Everytime I move, they gotta cut me a check Everytime she pull up, she droppin' off that neck Can't tell you the whole story, 'cause you already know the rest [Chorus] Oh shit, oh shit, my life still loading I can't sugarcoat it, I been having cheese so long, this shit done molded Oh shit, oh shit, I think that I'm chosen These niggas be hatin', Mister Moseby Me and my team tryna win a trophy [Verse 3] Chanel, Prada, she want designer things Masked up, I'ma rob sum' in my Robin Jeans Pass up on the broad fast, yeah, I'm mean Bald head, fat pussy, that's how I like it, keep it clean Woah, woah I dropped out of school Jumped in his bitch, I dove right in her pool I don't owe you no loyalty, we not cool [Chorus] Oh shit, oh shit, my life still loading Why you still trollin'? This .40 gon' turn a nigga to a whole bitch [Verse 4] Smoke swisher sweets, grabba leaf, yeah, now it's paper If she a bop, then all she get is cock, I cannot save ya Ain't gon' pass you to the gang, I'ma fuck with you later I been off it and I'ma stay there [Chorus] Oh shit, oh shit, my life still loading I been solo, yeah, workin' on my dolie