Loaded (feat. Young Scott & S.L. Dolo)

Where live...

Don't fuck up rotation
Don't fuck up rotation (ahh)
Don't fuck up rotation
Don't fuck up rotation (Ahh)
Don't fuck up rotation
Don't fuck up rotation
Don't fuck up rotation

Aye...

I'm fucking loaded
Staring at the joint
I can't stop choking
Hacking up my lung
Where this from
I'm losing focus
They say Buddy tryna shop
But I'm so high I didn't notice
All my joints look bloated
When they hit
I swear They hit
I'm fucking loaded
Staring at the joint
I can't stop choking
Hacking up my lung
Where this from
I'm losing focus
They say Buddy tryna shop
But I'm so high I didn't notice
All my joints look bloated
When they hit
They hit ferocious

Yeah
Loaded

Smoke clear
Wasn't nobody around
Hard times I was holding it down
Ten toes got me back with a smile
Good work got me back with a style
Foot work now I'm low to the ground
No purp I was rolling em out
Slide through wanna know what I'm bout
Ride smooth gotta get to the house
Walking outside
This shit could get violent
Run up a ticket and
Pull up no mileage
I got my head up
Watch for the set up
All of my niggas
We came up from grinding
I know some gangstas
That's scouting for talent
Don't want no anna hope in the Masi'
Got me a check up
You know my vest up
Thumbing them extras
And moving in private
Thick bitch and she like to massage me
Hit licks and we running up briley
One in the center
Another on side
Mix like a blender
Depending on I
Repeat offender
The well running dry
Out in the city
The limit the sky
The Sky's the limit
They eyeing a nigga
Like why is you tripping
I'm diving straight in it

I'm fucking loaded
Staring at the joint
I can't stop choking
Hacking up my lung
Where this from
I'm losing focus
They say Buddy tryna shop
But I'm so high I didn't notice
All my joints look bloated
When they hit
I swear They hit
I'm fucking loaded
Staring at the joint
I can't stop choking
Hacking up my lung
Where this from
I'm losing focus
They say Buddy tryna shop
But I'm so high I didn't notice
All my joints look bloated
When they hit
They hit ferocious

Break it up
Chop it up
Cut it up
1.5
All I'm rolling up
Light it
Hit it
Hold it
Pass it
Got damn
I'm high as fuck
Bitch I'm a dog
No I don't roof
Smoke like I'm Snoop
Hotbox a coup
Say you got gas
I need some proof
These two different grades
I can't match shit
With you
Peep this
No surveillance
An elaborate fragrance
My Kush
Is the greatest
Call it that loud
When you smell it
You taste it
Pussy and weed
Might be favorite
Things on this earth
That God created
Infatuated
With medicated
On god
No exaggeration
Ease your mind
Don't fuck up rotation

(S.L. Dolo)
Yeah
High for hours
Blunts of that pine and sour
Fat bastard blunts
Yeah I call it Austin Powers
It's me and Ez
Scott been rolling up
It's very cloudy
And still it's paramount
Yeah you know we moving mountains

I'm fucking loaded
Staring at the joint
I can't stop choking
Hacking up my lung
Where this from
I'm losing focus
They say Buddy tryna shop
But I'm so high I didn't notice
All my joints look bloated
When they hit
I swear They hit
I'm fucking loaded
Staring at the joint
I can't stop choking
Hacking up my lung
Where this from
I'm losing focus
They say Buddy tryna shop
But I'm so high I didn't notice
All my joints look bloated
When they hit
They hit ferocious



Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Gillespie, Robert Clearie Young, Andrew Colin Innes
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