Reload (feat. PeteBanks)
Man the boy ain't trying
Ain't got flow he lyin'
Sang the notes they high and
Came no bars he light
Raise the bar be quiet
Yeah the R&B nice but
Ain't wit Barbie rhymin'
Ain't Hip-Hop he wildin'
They should analyze
The way they advertise it
Y'all got me weak
Run yo mouth say weak my ABC's is
You a beeeitch
You a weak and
You can't even see
Where the C on the keys is
Movin' keys bitch
Whoever said I ain't got the dope
Ain't caught me cuz they don't see me
I ain't freezing won't stop to go behind the bars
You don't see where the keys is
Went over your head so you reachin'
Raise the bar when I bar up go reach it
Movin' weight yeah I rep on repeat shit
You be reppin' always on some weak shit
Heater coolin' for pounding em up
Naw I ain't shootin' my shot when I bust
When I wet em up
When I take a shot I ain't lookin for love
I bust I ain't tryin' to go shoot up her club
I'm talkin' that automatic killin'
Pornographic filming
Got em gaspin' quick and
Swallowin' loads and clips in
While the MAC be spitting
Got em gaggin' this is not a gag or trick
You thought that that's what this is
Bitch you wrong I'll pound you senseless
I'm talkin' the type of nasty shit on naughty mags
The hammer cockin' back I'm hittin' all you cats and
When I call you that I'm kiddin'
I ain't talkin' kittens
You built like the private part that's found in women
It could get hot on the block
Show me you not a opp
That burner been waiting to pop
Ok you squad? here get this off
I make decisions that people eat from
You ain't never see me with no gun
You ain't ever seen me on no run
Sacrificed all I had in my name
I traded this glory for all my pain yeah
Doubling up double it up
Those 42 shots that you sent
They just wasn't enough
Won't get anywhere near my circumference
Cuz I just been tripping how I'm living so comfy
Got a overabundance
But still will get with it
With no guilty conscience
I'm a Martian
And I'm out of this world
So it's best you approach me with caution
And I ain't got time to be slipping
I'm flipping you kidding
I get em I got em
We came from the bottom
But now only listen to our shit keep making some noise
Watch me jump out of the lane and
I never complained
Plus i'm sitting in back of the Royce
Yeah
Lord knows ain't no accident
I went ghost but I'm back again
They stayed broke and I'm cashing in
I'm cashing in what's happening
These lame boys is all Cappin'in
I'm pick 6 when I'm catching them
Get it weighed out and I'm bagging them
Toe tagging them what's brrrappening
Ain't got flow he lyin'
Sang the notes they high and
Came no bars he light
Raise the bar be quiet
Yeah the R&B nice but
Ain't wit Barbie rhymin'
Ain't Hip-Hop he wildin'
They should analyze
The way they advertise it
Y'all got me weak
Run yo mouth say weak my ABC's is
You a beeeitch
You a weak and
You can't even see
Where the C on the keys is
Movin' keys bitch
Whoever said I ain't got the dope
Ain't caught me cuz they don't see me
I ain't freezing won't stop to go behind the bars
You don't see where the keys is
Went over your head so you reachin'
Raise the bar when I bar up go reach it
Movin' weight yeah I rep on repeat shit
You be reppin' always on some weak shit
Heater coolin' for pounding em up
Naw I ain't shootin' my shot when I bust
When I wet em up
When I take a shot I ain't lookin for love
I bust I ain't tryin' to go shoot up her club
I'm talkin' that automatic killin'
Pornographic filming
Got em gaspin' quick and
Swallowin' loads and clips in
While the MAC be spitting
Got em gaggin' this is not a gag or trick
You thought that that's what this is
Bitch you wrong I'll pound you senseless
I'm talkin' the type of nasty shit on naughty mags
The hammer cockin' back I'm hittin' all you cats and
When I call you that I'm kiddin'
I ain't talkin' kittens
You built like the private part that's found in women
It could get hot on the block
Show me you not a opp
That burner been waiting to pop
Ok you squad? here get this off
I make decisions that people eat from
You ain't never see me with no gun
You ain't ever seen me on no run
Sacrificed all I had in my name
I traded this glory for all my pain yeah
Doubling up double it up
Those 42 shots that you sent
They just wasn't enough
Won't get anywhere near my circumference
Cuz I just been tripping how I'm living so comfy
Got a overabundance
But still will get with it
With no guilty conscience
I'm a Martian
And I'm out of this world
So it's best you approach me with caution
And I ain't got time to be slipping
I'm flipping you kidding
I get em I got em
We came from the bottom
But now only listen to our shit keep making some noise
Watch me jump out of the lane and
I never complained
Plus i'm sitting in back of the Royce
Yeah
Lord knows ain't no accident
I went ghost but I'm back again
They stayed broke and I'm cashing in
I'm cashing in what's happening
These lame boys is all Cappin'in
I'm pick 6 when I'm catching them
Get it weighed out and I'm bagging them
Toe tagging them what's brrrappening
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Writer(s): Pete A
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