Fire Loaded (feat. Prod.Jvne)
They know the Martian got that ammo
Got that gun reloaded Rambo
When they see me coming
They run...
What up bitch?
What up hoe?
What up Nigga?
What up bro?
Fire loaded
Gun reload
What up bitch?
What up hoe?
What up Nigga?
What up bro?
Fire loaded
Gun reload
Fire Loaded
I'm just blasting
Superstar
I'm a dragon
Giving em hits
Cause these niggas lagging
Send them to funerals
Man that shit is tragic
These dummies still loading
Yeah they stuck in traffic
(These dummies still loading
Yeah they stuck in traffic)
Grade A like honor rolls
Check em off like Nike
Pull up to the scene
Now they try to bite me
Ready like street fighter
Now they wanna fight me
I need a girl who rides
I can call her wifey
Precision with the flow
They fall like dominoes
I'm Santa with these hoes
Santander where's my dough?
I send them to the door
Then dance em on the floor
My ice be staying cold
Get that paper when they fold
Puff puff when I pass
Leave em in the past
NASCAR going fast
I be doing the math
I be doing them stunts
I ain't passing the blunt
I'm just being blunt
Fuck you niggas you cunts
If they want the heat
Then I'll send them a package
Blow up in they face
That's giving em havoc
Send them an application
Cause I'm working right past them
I am the army I am the navy
I am so high I'm goin wavy
Give em a job
They need to pay me
They don't do shit
They stay on lazy
What up bitch?
What up hoe?
What up Nigga?
What up bro?
Fire loaded
Gun reload
What up bitch?
What up hoe?
What up Nigga?
What up bro?
Fire loaded
It's my way or the highway
Stay in ya lane
7:30 I go crazy
Man I'm so insane
Blow up propane
Blown up world trade
Big bombs got em all scared
I be pushing Niggas down the stairs
I'm the Martian I'm chillin
They want smoke I ain't dealing
Cause I'm high in the ceiling
Yeah I'm high what's the dilly?
All these bitches they feel me
They talk shit cause they filthy
I'm the villain in cities
Black forces take off
I be on my bully
They can't do the shit I do
Got that flow on fully
Got em mad! Why they mad?
Cause I take em to class?
Cause I brake em down like glass?
Now they waving they flag
I be acting outta character
I am something vernacular
Yeah these chickens want beef
They be grillin' like spatulas
Yeah I'm outta this stratosphere
Hit my line I get back to ya
I be going so hard I be changing the atmosphere
Fire Loaded
Got that gun reloaded Rambo
When they see me coming
They run...
What up bitch?
What up hoe?
What up Nigga?
What up bro?
Fire loaded
Gun reload
What up bitch?
What up hoe?
What up Nigga?
What up bro?
Fire loaded
Gun reload
Fire Loaded
I'm just blasting
Superstar
I'm a dragon
Giving em hits
Cause these niggas lagging
Send them to funerals
Man that shit is tragic
These dummies still loading
Yeah they stuck in traffic
(These dummies still loading
Yeah they stuck in traffic)
Grade A like honor rolls
Check em off like Nike
Pull up to the scene
Now they try to bite me
Ready like street fighter
Now they wanna fight me
I need a girl who rides
I can call her wifey
Precision with the flow
They fall like dominoes
I'm Santa with these hoes
Santander where's my dough?
I send them to the door
Then dance em on the floor
My ice be staying cold
Get that paper when they fold
Puff puff when I pass
Leave em in the past
NASCAR going fast
I be doing the math
I be doing them stunts
I ain't passing the blunt
I'm just being blunt
Fuck you niggas you cunts
If they want the heat
Then I'll send them a package
Blow up in they face
That's giving em havoc
Send them an application
Cause I'm working right past them
I am the army I am the navy
I am so high I'm goin wavy
Give em a job
They need to pay me
They don't do shit
They stay on lazy
What up bitch?
What up hoe?
What up Nigga?
What up bro?
Fire loaded
Gun reload
What up bitch?
What up hoe?
What up Nigga?
What up bro?
Fire loaded
It's my way or the highway
Stay in ya lane
7:30 I go crazy
Man I'm so insane
Blow up propane
Blown up world trade
Big bombs got em all scared
I be pushing Niggas down the stairs
I'm the Martian I'm chillin
They want smoke I ain't dealing
Cause I'm high in the ceiling
Yeah I'm high what's the dilly?
All these bitches they feel me
They talk shit cause they filthy
I'm the villain in cities
Black forces take off
I be on my bully
They can't do the shit I do
Got that flow on fully
Got em mad! Why they mad?
Cause I take em to class?
Cause I brake em down like glass?
Now they waving they flag
I be acting outta character
I am something vernacular
Yeah these chickens want beef
They be grillin' like spatulas
Yeah I'm outta this stratosphere
Hit my line I get back to ya
I be going so hard I be changing the atmosphere
Fire Loaded
Credits
Writer(s): Tahj Easington
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