Loaded Up

Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] RJ RJ always tripping, man RJ always tripping, man Aye, aye, aye, ShittyBoyz [Verse 1: BabyTron] Off the Runtz, grabbing Ksubis, I'm at Saks cooked Fraud God, I made eighty off this MacBook Oh, the slides ain't hitting? How the jacks look? Doing fraud, see more numbers than a math book Lil' blasian bitch pussy just like Fiji Water Stiff-arming hoes, touchdown like Tiki Barber Why you talking 'bout them Scats? You ain't seen a Charger BIN fire, boy, this slide gon' ping regardless Blessed with the gift, I got the X Factor Made yo bitch rub my feet, we had sex after Bro doing wrist work till the [?] shatter Just made twenty off of Chase, I'm a check master [Verse 2: Skilla Baby] Got kicked out of high school, ain't have a prom date Bro was Tiki, I was picking shit like Ronde I got a girl to my junkie like a blind date I'm five 'Woods in, I'm high as the crime rate Bitches love when I'm on stage, chains dancing Teeth fucked up, don't matter 'cause I'm handsome I done hit [?] shit from [?] out of [?] Life got better, bitch got badder [Verse 3: BabyTron] Got a dub on me, bitch, I'm only nineteen I'm sick of bitches always asking can I swipe these Yeah, I might buy the if the price cheap You gon' catch every single bullet tryna fight me I mean, shit, I hope that you can punch bullets White boy shooting shit, feel like Chris Mullin Caught a splinter from the K, man, this bitch wooden All that money in her bank? Yeah, I been took it At the mall again, I'm a Dior fiend Texting Shane at Saks, told him to Dior me And to the opps, LOL, can you score please? In the jungle, feel like Simba, I was born king [Verse 4: Skilla Baby] I cheated every test in high school, I cannot fake it Now the bad bitches tryna look at my paper [?] broke, stack it high like a skyscraper Perc' 10s make a nigga morph like a Power Ranger I'm loaded up, huh, took a nap, tryna sober up, huh I see the state, boy, it's posted up, huh I'm in the Hellcat eating my [?] huh I'm getting high, should've brought a new lung with me Tryna ball? Niggas think Mac McClung with me I don't argue at all, we'll pummel niggas You know I be with all apes, it's the jungle, nigga [Verse 5: BabyTron] Both pockets got ten, double-double with me I got Stan and Dee, double trouble with me Just left Sam's Club, that's another giffy I was born with this shit, double hustle Sent a rocket out the thunder, I got Russell with me I don't give a fuck unless you got a fuck to give me I'm elevated, slam dunk, you not jumping with me Hustle DNA, boy, I swear that shit pumping in me [Verse 6: Skilla Baby] In rush hour, riding with the Chris Tucker with me And these Chinese fees, that's the hustle in me Skilla chewing like gum, who gon' bubble with me? Talking to me nice, save that for them other niggas The hitman lowkey but highkey'll drop something As-salamu alaykum, have [?] run up [?] something You a dead man, have a dreadhead mop something Young nigga wanna sell dope so he copped something