Loaded Gun
My fault, no
I got women callin' my phone like I owe them somethin'
It's kinda my fault, I guess I showed them somethin'
No shit, I treat my dick like it's a loaded gun
Point that shit away these hoes, gon' blow what comes
No disrespect when I say, if you love me better fuck me
Like you 'bout to lose your place to the girl next door
And hell no, I don't want her, I'm just giving you incentive
Inspiration before I go on these sold out tours
Got this pretty brown-brown, watch her go wild
Found her confidence, so she a pro now
Your man a clone, quick, come down to Zone 6
Treat you to hot wings like it's some fancy shit
Hot lemon pepper whip, that mean it's wet as shit
Don't question what I earn, I put that on my wrist (Wrist)
Wait until a nigga get home, listen, nigga got the shit on
But I'm going for these spouses
I can pull 'em with the flip phone (Brr)
Time, all I'm ever askin' for is time
I just needed time to clear my mind
What I want is already mine
Needed a little time
All I'm ever askin' for is time
I just needed time to clear my mind
What I want is already mine
I got people I don't know expecting something from me
Could let it throw me off but man it's nothin' to me
More money, more problems, that ain't no lie, I swear
Say I'ma take a break, but that's the only lie I tell
We made it past 10,000 hours, lot of power
Now I'm fully loaded, fresh off Moreland Ave
Now I'm in my bag, ain't no care
Eastside on my back, daughter on my back
She a Kirkwood baby, puttin' in work little baby, uh
This is a message for y'all (Y'all)
Making my way through the fall (Fall)
Loaded we came for it all (All)
You only came here to ball (Ball)
Don't shit happen by chance over here
I pray to God and then I conquer my fears
Since then I done took care of my fam
Took care of myself, took care of my health
And that ain't no 360, that's a 180
I got one baby, that's one lady I'ma answer to
She be the reason I'm righting my wrongs and shit
Love is the reason I'm writing these songs and shit
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I got women callin' my phone like I owe them somethin'
It's kinda my fault, I guess I showed them somethin'
No shit, I treat my dick like it's a loaded gun
Point that shit away these hoes, gon' blow what comes
No disrespect when I say, if you love me better fuck me
Like you 'bout to lose your place to the girl next door
And hell no, I don't want her, I'm just giving you incentive
Inspiration before I go on these sold out tours
Got this pretty brown-brown, watch her go wild
Found her confidence, so she a pro now
Your man a clone, quick, come down to Zone 6
Treat you to hot wings like it's some fancy shit
Hot lemon pepper whip, that mean it's wet as shit
Don't question what I earn, I put that on my wrist (Wrist)
Wait until a nigga get home, listen, nigga got the shit on
But I'm going for these spouses
I can pull 'em with the flip phone (Brr)
Time, all I'm ever askin' for is time
I just needed time to clear my mind
What I want is already mine
Needed a little time
All I'm ever askin' for is time
I just needed time to clear my mind
What I want is already mine
I got people I don't know expecting something from me
Could let it throw me off but man it's nothin' to me
More money, more problems, that ain't no lie, I swear
Say I'ma take a break, but that's the only lie I tell
We made it past 10,000 hours, lot of power
Now I'm fully loaded, fresh off Moreland Ave
Now I'm in my bag, ain't no care
Eastside on my back, daughter on my back
She a Kirkwood baby, puttin' in work little baby, uh
This is a message for y'all (Y'all)
Making my way through the fall (Fall)
Loaded we came for it all (All)
You only came here to ball (Ball)
Don't shit happen by chance over here
I pray to God and then I conquer my fears
Since then I done took care of my fam
Took care of myself, took care of my health
And that ain't no 360, that's a 180
I got one baby, that's one lady I'ma answer to
She be the reason I'm righting my wrongs and shit
Love is the reason I'm writing these songs and shit
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Carl E. Mccormick, Andre Carnell Robertson, Ricardo Valdez Jr. Valentine
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