ReLoaded
Never going left
Cause my money always right
If she cook clean
Then I'll let her spend the night
The least you could do
If a nigga sending flights
Bitch roll a couple L's
Cause I'm really living life
Oh baby getting money
Yeah I'm serving
Hit enterprise wit the rental
Where we going
Stuff the load hit the road
Come back with them pros
Real P riding Smoov
Politicking with the hoes
Black Amir sweat suit
Designer dripping on my clothes
When I'm stepping lemon pepper fresh
She asking what are those
I just want the cheese
But I always keep the toast
Fuck around bring a nigga back
Fucking with my Zoes
I'm Reloaded
And I'm all about the skrilla
Fish tanks in the wall
Need a view in the villa
Ball like kittle
Need dogs in your kennel
Let me talk to your boss
Not the man in the middle
You ain't gotta clue
Nigga I ain't got a riddle
Bitch I'm smoking on that glue
And I'm clutching on the griddle
If I bite I won't let go
Until I see the gristle
This a contact sport and
We playing through the whistle
Less lip more face
Hard as a missile
Need less lip
From police as niggas that be snitching
I can't kick it with you
You don't see the bigger picture
If your mindset broke
I won't touch it with a tissue
Side nigga tough
I'll touch em with a pistol
And I touch souls
Whenever I go over instrumentals
Bring em 2 at a time or as individuals
Guarantee the R&R on me is residual
Two bows two packs
I feel like Mickael Vim
If he don't come with at least ten
He ain't copping him
Real P politicking with a pretty individual
Popping perks and pistols
I'ma play wit niggas funerals nigga
Still trapped out Fred running through them in Miami
Send that bag down
Before I did a scam I really got it out that crack house
I'll step on you and every nigga in yo background
Nigga
I really meant that
All that Instagram posting
Nigga get yo shit back
He don't really know me
Tell dawg to cop a bag
Meet me at the coney
I'll be fucking with them killers
I'll stick them on you
Get a nigga drop
All I need is a picture of him
You ain't bout that shit
You got to pop a pill to shoot some
How the fuck you Barry sanders
Shoot yo bag and you ain't go nun
NIGGA
Cause my money always right
If she cook clean
Then I'll let her spend the night
The least you could do
If a nigga sending flights
Bitch roll a couple L's
Cause I'm really living life
Oh baby getting money
Yeah I'm serving
Hit enterprise wit the rental
Where we going
Stuff the load hit the road
Come back with them pros
Real P riding Smoov
Politicking with the hoes
Black Amir sweat suit
Designer dripping on my clothes
When I'm stepping lemon pepper fresh
She asking what are those
I just want the cheese
But I always keep the toast
Fuck around bring a nigga back
Fucking with my Zoes
I'm Reloaded
And I'm all about the skrilla
Fish tanks in the wall
Need a view in the villa
Ball like kittle
Need dogs in your kennel
Let me talk to your boss
Not the man in the middle
You ain't gotta clue
Nigga I ain't got a riddle
Bitch I'm smoking on that glue
And I'm clutching on the griddle
If I bite I won't let go
Until I see the gristle
This a contact sport and
We playing through the whistle
Less lip more face
Hard as a missile
Need less lip
From police as niggas that be snitching
I can't kick it with you
You don't see the bigger picture
If your mindset broke
I won't touch it with a tissue
Side nigga tough
I'll touch em with a pistol
And I touch souls
Whenever I go over instrumentals
Bring em 2 at a time or as individuals
Guarantee the R&R on me is residual
Two bows two packs
I feel like Mickael Vim
If he don't come with at least ten
He ain't copping him
Real P politicking with a pretty individual
Popping perks and pistols
I'ma play wit niggas funerals nigga
Still trapped out Fred running through them in Miami
Send that bag down
Before I did a scam I really got it out that crack house
I'll step on you and every nigga in yo background
Nigga
I really meant that
All that Instagram posting
Nigga get yo shit back
He don't really know me
Tell dawg to cop a bag
Meet me at the coney
I'll be fucking with them killers
I'll stick them on you
Get a nigga drop
All I need is a picture of him
You ain't bout that shit
You got to pop a pill to shoot some
How the fuck you Barry sanders
Shoot yo bag and you ain't go nun
NIGGA
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Writer(s): Geno Walker
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