I Got Loud

[Verse 1: Kehlani] Boardin the plain with a backpack Nerves on 10 cause it's loud pack Back to the east, with a pound of the purp in a sutecase, yeah, you know I got that Hope the TSA don't smell that Don't take my shit, I gotta sell that We don't eat if I don't break bread, I'm survin that juggin, baby, don't you get that? Big homie call from the city Said he's looking to get lifted Said "I got what you need" Never expected a young thing like me to be moving You know I got that flame Straight from the O, it's so new, ain't even got a name Shit's so strong, it ain't even got a name Just know I got that loud [Verse 2: London Jae] Sell me something She only smoke a few I hit it I ain't tryna pop a perk How you living? Did I mention that you can get the bag to me? Lil baby, right in the city Trap and trappin, doin numbers Got a bad ass plug, straight from Benny Honna She lay them bags on the boy Bring them out 2500 bags of gass, that be a lot [Verse 3: Kehlani] Big homie said that he loved it Traided pounds of loud for them buckets And the trap is real, and it really go down, and I can make it seem like I love it See I don't speak on shit that ain't something And I don't write no song with no substance And it ain't no way that I know what I say, and I flip some shit like it's nothing Mommy, hollar when you done fflexing If you come up here, it's a blessing Got my head to the sky, cause you know that I'm forever finessing Boy, stop with all that talking I can tell by the way you walking That you ain't been a thug, and you never sold drugs, you a petty nigga, quit flossing I got loud [Verse 4: London Jae] You know how they do You get money bitch, I do too I don't know about you, but your name, I do That fresh, that frost, nigga, shame on you That's a whole nother issue Baby, back to the money Tryna stack me up some hundreds Fuck up some kommas Got a million on my mind,already worth a couple hundred Do the numbers Balling hard all summer I keep that loud, Magic City Numbers on point, you fuckin with me 2 grams in the trunk, fuckin with me My bad, the pounds, I had to hit it Shot of Patrone, before I hit the road Ever since, a motherfucker stick to the coad Got them all off, now I'm on my way back Countin it all up in my new Benz, I'm straight up Getting money bitch, Atlanta shit Plug in real life, showing all these niggas ain't a damb thing funny