Load It

Lyrics

[Intro] Load it (Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby) Load it, up it Up it (Load it, up it, load it) [Chorus] Load it, up it I'm off a pilly, I'm bussin' (I'm bussin') I spot 'em, fuck it, we shoot whoever he come wit' I'm not the nigga to fuck with (No) I make that bitch feel disgusted (Disgusting) Smokin' exotic mustard If you promote violence, I love it Load it, up it I'm off a pilly, I'm bussin' I spot 'em, fuck it, we shoot whoever he come wit' I'm not the nigga to fuck with (No) I make that bitch feel disgusted (Tressha) Smokin' exotic mustard If you promote violence, I love it [Verse 1] I ain't get no sleep I'm schemin' Tell twelve, "Relax, I'm speedin'" (Skrrt) Three shots, he barely breathin' Band-aids, can't stop the bleedin' Rah Swish, that's a big woo (Woo) Opp treeshas, tryna meet him You playin' finders keepers Until you find her cheatin' Look, I got your main jawn, tryna brainstorm, she like which woo she want most (Woo) She fell in love wit' foreign cars, said she never seen money up close (Hah) Hope you ain't tryna cuff That's a dub girl once I get it then I'm goin' ghost You tryna switch up, 'Cuz the season changed, all summer you was driven boats (Tressha) Ain't shit changed yea it's gettin' cold Don't make me shoot a nigga through the coat If it ain't first block wit the apes, then I'm wit' SP on the zoe Always on B time call up big B's You know everything still dope Free my young shooter, he would still be here if the Zanotti nigga never told (Hahaha) [Chorus] Load it, up it I'm off a pilly, I'm bussin' I spot 'em, fuck it (Fuck it), we shoot whoever he come wit' I'm not the nigga to fuck with (No) I make that bitch feel disgusted Smokin' exotic mustard If you promote violence, I love it Load it, up it I'm off a pilly, I'm bussin' I spot 'em, fuck it, we shoot whoever he come wit' I'm not the nigga to fuck with (No) I make that bitch feel disgusted (Tressha) Smokin' exotic mustard (Wha?) If you promote violence, I love it (I love it) [Verse 2] 9, shots (Grrt) They think I'm one of these Drill rappers (Wha?) My niggas ready to kill rappers (Wha?) They got me ready to live backwards Out here, 3 rev Then I had to get me a pill after Kick it out, no, can't chill after They make me sleep on the wheel after (Look) Focus on money, they look at me funny Like, homie we need some consistency (We do) Can't keep seein' me hiccup, boy you'll get lit up Like I got done with my Christmas tree (Grrt, bah, bah, bah) Before they floss, it was the east I've been outside, are you shittin' me? (Are you shittin' me?) My gun, and my bitch, got one thing in common (Grrt, bah, bah, bah) They make it clap, like it's symbolizes Bitch, we gon' make it clap, like it's all dancers No, we gon' make clap, like a death page I feel at home, I'm in a Wraith 'Cause that shit got too much leg space Shootin' the dance, when I get this on me That's what you feel on my leg base She said she havin' the x carllum We never cared about the x page (No) [Chorus] Load it, Up it I'm off a pilly, I'm bussin' I spot 'em, fuck it, we shoot whoever he come wit' I'm not the nigga to fuck with (No) I make that bitch feel disgusted Smokin' exotic mustard If you promote violence, I love it Load it, up it I'm off a pilly, I'm bussin' I spot 'em, fuck it, we shoot whoever he come wit' I'm not the nigga to fuck with I make that bitch feel disgusted Smokin' exotic mustard If you promote violence, I love it (I love it)