Fully Loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded gotta keep it right beside me
Fully loaded, fully loaded gotta keep a automatic
Shoot it up and bring it down
Bullets flying at yo head
Breaking in without a sound
Flea the scene and leave 'em' dead
Grr, grr, 30 shots to yo head gone take it off
Way a way leave a Nigga dead by the corner store pick 'em up
911 they report that he missing
Probably would of lived if the nigga would of listened
Riding with the pills deep inside of my system
Yo bitch gave me head and you went to go kiss her
Sipping on lean fall straight to my stomach
Fucking yo bitch while she laying on her stomach
Dick in her throat and I hope she don't vomit
Say that she love you, yo bitch really lying
Cause she only love me and she do what I say so
Getting to the money and the bread them pesos
When the bullets start flying tell the Pussy nigga lay low
In the ground six feet in the dirt where you belong
Want a hundred some sticks with a drum on each
Gotta keep the Glock on my side when I eat
Feel a Nigga up with the Glock bonappetit
Niggas switching up acting like I'm pussy god you gone meet
I say ouu-wee
Bullets flying niggas dying
I say no way
Ain't going out like no bitch no, no, no, no
Fully loaded, fully loaded gotta keep it right beside me
Fully loaded, fully loaded gotta keep a automatic
Shoot it up and bring it down
Bullets flying at yo head
Breaking in without a sound
Flea the scene and leave 'em' dead
762 um, um, um, um
9 millimeter feel 'em up like a big Mack
Stay with the Glock blow 'em down like I'm six path
And if he take the wrong road, wrong path, He gone die
When she moaning in my ear sounding like she singing
Wanna hit up my phone when know that I'm leaning
And lil baby so fine know she gotta be mine
And when she hit up my phone you know I gotta slide
Gotta have six figures in the bank, new corvette
And I want your bitch cause yo bitch give good neck
I'm gonna have money, I don't gotta flex
I was fucking yo bitch I just had to confess
Dripping down wet yo bitch get wet, yea
Wanna go ten rounds beat it up from the back, Yea
Now I'm 14 know I gotta switch some up
Gotta start pushing that gas gotta test my luck
I won't die no time soon
Gotta make sure of that
Gotta keep a Glock on side of me
So I don't die no time soon
I won't die no time soon
Keep a Glock with a switch with a beam
Fully loaded, fully loaded gotta keep a automatic
Shoot it up and bring it down
Bullets flying at yo head
Breaking in without a sound
Flea the scene and leave 'em' dead
Grr, grr, 30 shots to yo head gone take it off
Way a way leave a Nigga dead by the corner store pick 'em up
911 they report that he missing
Probably would of lived if the nigga would of listened
Riding with the pills deep inside of my system
Yo bitch gave me head and you went to go kiss her
Sipping on lean fall straight to my stomach
Fucking yo bitch while she laying on her stomach
Dick in her throat and I hope she don't vomit
Say that she love you, yo bitch really lying
Cause she only love me and she do what I say so
Getting to the money and the bread them pesos
When the bullets start flying tell the Pussy nigga lay low
In the ground six feet in the dirt where you belong
Want a hundred some sticks with a drum on each
Gotta keep the Glock on my side when I eat
Feel a Nigga up with the Glock bonappetit
Niggas switching up acting like I'm pussy god you gone meet
I say ouu-wee
Bullets flying niggas dying
I say no way
Ain't going out like no bitch no, no, no, no
Fully loaded, fully loaded gotta keep it right beside me
Fully loaded, fully loaded gotta keep a automatic
Shoot it up and bring it down
Bullets flying at yo head
Breaking in without a sound
Flea the scene and leave 'em' dead
762 um, um, um, um
9 millimeter feel 'em up like a big Mack
Stay with the Glock blow 'em down like I'm six path
And if he take the wrong road, wrong path, He gone die
When she moaning in my ear sounding like she singing
Wanna hit up my phone when know that I'm leaning
And lil baby so fine know she gotta be mine
And when she hit up my phone you know I gotta slide
Gotta have six figures in the bank, new corvette
And I want your bitch cause yo bitch give good neck
I'm gonna have money, I don't gotta flex
I was fucking yo bitch I just had to confess
Dripping down wet yo bitch get wet, yea
Wanna go ten rounds beat it up from the back, Yea
Now I'm 14 know I gotta switch some up
Gotta start pushing that gas gotta test my luck
I won't die no time soon
Gotta make sure of that
Gotta keep a Glock on side of me
So I don't die no time soon
I won't die no time soon
Keep a Glock with a switch with a beam
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Writer(s): Martez Newsome
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