Fully Loaded Choppa
Fully loaded choppa we gon rock out
Momma told me hold this baby this your glock now
We aint pulling over shooting cops now
We aint going nowhere pussy we the opps now
Busy in and out we bringing packs out
Remember we was broke now we counting cash now
Remember we was young we flipping packs now
Remember throwing hands now we toting straps now
Taurus holding 30 brother hold it down
Potato on the end so you wont hear a sound
Potato hi your head its finna knock you down
My girl say she a queen so i bought her a crown
Bitch bitch bitch
Thats a gucci bandanna
Im riding round selling dope to the scammers
And i pray to god that none of them scam us
Cuz this new choppa will not jam up
Shooting at you and yo motherfucking family
Ion give a fuck go down ion panic
Bullets get thrown like im fucking peyton manning
Ion want the smoke pussy boy i want pounds
Fully loaded choppa we gon rock out
Momma told me hold this baby this your glock now
We aint pulling over shooting cops now
We aint going nowhere pussy we the opps now
Busy in and out we bringing packs out
Remember we was broke now we counting cash now
Remember we was young we flipping packs now
Remember throwing hands now we toting straps now
I be balling out i be trapping with my niggas
Ride around town gettin higher than the limits
Drinking on crown cuz its really been a minute
Since i was locked down and all up on probation
Thinking bout the stacks so i gotta go and get them
These Niggas really mad they more sour than some lemons
Hating on my swag cuz a nigga really winning
Put on for my fam cuz that really is the mission yea
I was locked down on some motherfucking dummy shit
I aint even get caught up i was on some other shit
I was raging out at my motherfucking momma crib
Shit wasnt right had me feeling bad feeling stressed
Had to make shit right had to really think of something quick
Trapping my way to the bag for the fucking chips
Put on for my fam cuz ion got no fucking friends
Put on for my brothers who had my back when i was in the sticks
Fully loaded choppa we gon rock out
Momma told me hold this baby this your glock now
We aint pulling over shooting cops now
We aint going nowhere pussy we the opps now
Busy in and out we bringing packs out
Remember we was broke now we counting cash now
Remember we was young we flipping packs now
Remember throwing hands now we toting straps now
Momma told me hold this baby this your glock now
We aint pulling over shooting cops now
We aint going nowhere pussy we the opps now
Busy in and out we bringing packs out
Remember we was broke now we counting cash now
Remember we was young we flipping packs now
Remember throwing hands now we toting straps now
Taurus holding 30 brother hold it down
Potato on the end so you wont hear a sound
Potato hi your head its finna knock you down
My girl say she a queen so i bought her a crown
Bitch bitch bitch
Thats a gucci bandanna
Im riding round selling dope to the scammers
And i pray to god that none of them scam us
Cuz this new choppa will not jam up
Shooting at you and yo motherfucking family
Ion give a fuck go down ion panic
Bullets get thrown like im fucking peyton manning
Ion want the smoke pussy boy i want pounds
Fully loaded choppa we gon rock out
Momma told me hold this baby this your glock now
We aint pulling over shooting cops now
We aint going nowhere pussy we the opps now
Busy in and out we bringing packs out
Remember we was broke now we counting cash now
Remember we was young we flipping packs now
Remember throwing hands now we toting straps now
I be balling out i be trapping with my niggas
Ride around town gettin higher than the limits
Drinking on crown cuz its really been a minute
Since i was locked down and all up on probation
Thinking bout the stacks so i gotta go and get them
These Niggas really mad they more sour than some lemons
Hating on my swag cuz a nigga really winning
Put on for my fam cuz that really is the mission yea
I was locked down on some motherfucking dummy shit
I aint even get caught up i was on some other shit
I was raging out at my motherfucking momma crib
Shit wasnt right had me feeling bad feeling stressed
Had to make shit right had to really think of something quick
Trapping my way to the bag for the fucking chips
Put on for my fam cuz ion got no fucking friends
Put on for my brothers who had my back when i was in the sticks
Fully loaded choppa we gon rock out
Momma told me hold this baby this your glock now
We aint pulling over shooting cops now
We aint going nowhere pussy we the opps now
Busy in and out we bringing packs out
Remember we was broke now we counting cash now
Remember we was young we flipping packs now
Remember throwing hands now we toting straps now
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Writer(s): Caleb Montoya
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