Lyrics to Loaded
(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)
Too much lean, now my stomach bloated
I ride wit' the blicky and you know it's loaded
Smoke a opp like a Backwood, I can't even roll it
Saying you got racks but you can't show it
Can't waste my time on hoes
She gon' let me fuck, I'm famous, that's just how it goes
Hit her one time, now she callin' for some more
Put some money on your head and have my niggas at your door
Like Jehova's Witness
Niggas turn to six, now I tell 'em, "Stop snitching"
Off these Percocets, got a nigga itching
Have my slimes sweep your block, nigga, we don't do no dissing
Drop a dime bitch off, she sucked my dick, she trying to kiss it
I feel like Thugger Thugger, I done ran up them digits
My money tall as fuck, your shit's shorter than a midget
These niggas act like groupies now 'cause I don't wanna kick it
No, I'm not a capper, aim these sticks at your fitted
Cut a bitch off, like a addict
She text my phone, she mad 'cause I only read it
Hit her one time then you know I dead it
You know you ain't got no racks, bitch, and no credit
Too much lean, now my stomach bloated
I ride wit' the blicky and you know it's loaded
Smoke a opp like a Backwood, I can't even roll it
Saying you got racks but you can't show it
Can't waste my time on hoes
She gon' let me fuck, I'm famous, that's just how it goes
Hit her one time, now she callin' for some more
Too much lean, now my stomach bloated
I ride wit' the blicky and you know it's loaded
Smoke a opp like a Backwood, I can't even roll it
Saying you got racks but you can't show it
Can't waste my time on hoes
She gon' let me fuck, I'm famous, that's just how it goes
Hit her one time, now she callin' for some more
Put some money on your head and have my niggas at your door
Like Jehova's Witness
Niggas turn to six, now I tell 'em, "Stop snitching"
Off these Percocets, got a nigga itching
Have my slimes sweep your block, nigga, we don't do no dissing
Drop a dime bitch off, she sucked my dick, she trying to kiss it
I feel like Thugger Thugger, I done ran up them digits
My money tall as fuck, your shit's shorter than a midget
These niggas act like groupies now 'cause I don't wanna kick it
No, I'm not a capper, aim these sticks at your fitted
Cut a bitch off, like a addict
She text my phone, she mad 'cause I only read it
Hit her one time then you know I dead it
You know you ain't got no racks, bitch, and no credit
Too much lean, now my stomach bloated
I ride wit' the blicky and you know it's loaded
Smoke a opp like a Backwood, I can't even roll it
Saying you got racks but you can't show it
Can't waste my time on hoes
She gon' let me fuck, I'm famous, that's just how it goes
Hit her one time, now she callin' for some more
