Loaded

[Shoutout: Jahlil Beats] Jungle Beats! Holla at me! [Hook: Kid Ink] You can tell I ain't even tryna fit in Probably somewhere you can't even get in Don't try, we gon' be here for a minute And tell em' I ain't livin' till' the late thing finished I'm loaded, I'm loaded I'm loaded, I'm loaded And I'm loaded, I'm loaded Fo' shots in And I'm loaded, I'm loaded I'm loaded, I'm loaded And I'm loaded, I'm loaded Where should I begin? Gotta... [Verse 1: K.Shawn] Gotta find it in a drill, my niggers got it, still Real with the real, my DJ even ill Ink Call em Will, beats from Jahlil, Screaming my mind, but ain’t no Johnny Gill Got it any hard, I pop on any set I wish a nigger would, I put his life to the test I made it God’s grace to say I’m turning late We like jigg, separate make a G I should go before the sun up, welcome back tutter Probably fly trotter, fly a litter faller I’m all about my twat, and there I wanna vet Stupid say I’m sick, I call it a shit [Hook: Kid Ink] You can tell I ain't even tryna fit in Probably somewhere you can't even get in Don't try, we gon' be here for a minute And tell em' I ain't livin' till' the late thing finished, shit I'm loaded, I'm loaded I'm loaded, I'm loaded And I'm loaded, I'm loaded I'm four shots in And I'm loaded, I'm loaded I'm loaded, I'm loaded And I'm loaded, I'm loaded Where should I begin? [Verse 2: Kid Ink] Knocking down your door like Avon, Sideline niggers, now we ain’t playing Ready to go, tell ‘em they don’t have to wait on See me with the proper hood, niggas like Treyvon Dope boy fresh, in a dope boy hat, With a picture perfect bitch, come and get a Kodak I don’t need a cosign perrier, cotext Can't stop till' my whole team got a Rolex I ain't even tryna fit in Fuck all the politics in the city Later on they gonna say a nigga get in Pocket full of hundreds, and I’m feeling like a milli [Hook: Kid Ink] You can tell I ain't even tryna fit in Probably somewhere you can't even get in Don't try, we gon' be here for a minute And tell em' I ain't livin' till' the late thing finished, shit I'm loaded, I'm loaded I'm loaded, I'm loaded And I'm loaded, I'm loaded I'm four shots in And I'm loaded, I'm loaded I'm loaded, I'm loaded And I'm loaded, I'm loaded Where should I begin? [Verse 3: HardHead] I'm in this black air yeezys, straight to Givenchy Gold chains on racks hanging from my pocket My whole team's winning, losing never was an option That's why your bitch's here and leaves with her head popping I be going in, here we go again, ain't got to ask no question, though Bottles from out that roof, sparkle right on my whole section Bitch, you know I am out of marley, probably off a tooth All black, probably killing scenes where youth Standing in the line while I'm standing on a sofa Pussy popping like the paparazzi camera when they saw me Might not see tomorrow, so tonight I tear the shit closer Part might feel my boy's caps and a glass of more Patron