#Chargedup

Yea the love still running out
Never too much, I'm running now
Never enough, I'm running out
We keep switching it up cause he stealing the sound
Lost some bags and then went south
Within and we charging, they threw in the towel
You not the target, you talking loud
You get popped for causing a sound
We tried to tell him, slow it down
Cannot tell me shit, cause I got a bag full of the pounds
I'm gone load this stick and you see the shells, hundred rounds
We still kind of lit, we was down bad, now we off the ground
He gave me half, he got a hound
He got to stash all of the hounds
Ain't giving no chance, they been letting me down
Fuck, pass that shit like pass the crown
Walk out with a stick and got the four hundred
You might los your bitch if you get no money
Fuck with me and you got heat
I get money, fuck defeat
Twenty two hundred on the feat

I been charging up like all week
I been charging up like all week
I been charging up like all week
And I know that he's still out of pocket, od
We take it right to the top like whole team
And I'm still charging up like bring some more beats
And I'm still charging up like bring some more beans
Charging, charging, skraight



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Writer(s): William Blose
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