Load Em Up
Ayy, it's time to load em up
Pussy
Ayy
Free the fucking bros
Long live the guys
So much ammo, we ain't running out
It's time to load em up
Say they step on shit, but they didn't step
They don't want war with us
They just like to rap
They never slide, them pussys know what's up
Ayy, new oppack, it's time to roll em up
Lil' KJ work the back, I'm in the front
Lil' Ken behind the wheel
Running through this money getting
Loaded, I don't got time to chill
Feel like derrick jeter catch an opp and knock him out the field
Ayy, so many guns, we go to war for real
Heard my opp got signed for studio time and a new chain
When he post a flyer, we gon' beat that boy in blue flame
This seven six two on me right now and kick like liu kang
Pull up all black like Batman, but I'm not Bruce Wayne
We load up these choppas park the car, we like to get on feet
308 gon' tear your body up, this not a 223
Spazzout, beat his murder case, he coming home still free luh e
In the booth with my Glock 26, the clip hold 17
He say he be stepping, that's a lie, where you be stepping at
Rapping all that killer shit, stop talking, better catch a hat
Tryna play both sides, can't come around, that shit'll get you whacked
If you fuck with them, don't fuck with me, you better not never lack
Smack that boy and lay him down, the doctor wrapped him up
You ain't gang won't shake your hand, don't walk up tryna dap me up
Casamigos, get her lit she turn around and back it up
Glizzy hit that boy right in his face for all that acting tough
K-Solid in the cut, he got that fully, he gon' tweak out
I was in them partments thuggin', boy, you had to sneak out
We gon' load him up, he try to run, I shoot his knees out
I slapped him with the Glizzy, two times and knocked his teeth out
Load him up, hop in the car, it's time to handle business
Love loadin' em up, we never runnin' out of ammunition
Hardbodied the label, shit forever, I ain't never switchin'
See a opp, get busy, chase him down and hit him with the 50
Me and bro nem ain't beefin' bout pussy, that's some sucker shit
Ops all in, they feelins they just mad I got they brother hit
Piss me off, I load him up, it's time to send another blitz
He don't die, we spinning back around while he recoverin
Switched up on me, I ain't even trippin', can't come back around
I told all my bro, we goin' up, just keep on stayin' down
They know I keep it trill, they droppin' salt, luh G-Man run the town
It don't even matter where I catch him, I'm still gon' run him down
Pussy
Ayy
Free the fucking bros
Long live the guys
So much ammo, we ain't running out
It's time to load em up
Say they step on shit, but they didn't step
They don't want war with us
They just like to rap
They never slide, them pussys know what's up
Ayy, new oppack, it's time to roll em up
Lil' KJ work the back, I'm in the front
Lil' Ken behind the wheel
Running through this money getting
Loaded, I don't got time to chill
Feel like derrick jeter catch an opp and knock him out the field
Ayy, so many guns, we go to war for real
Heard my opp got signed for studio time and a new chain
When he post a flyer, we gon' beat that boy in blue flame
This seven six two on me right now and kick like liu kang
Pull up all black like Batman, but I'm not Bruce Wayne
We load up these choppas park the car, we like to get on feet
308 gon' tear your body up, this not a 223
Spazzout, beat his murder case, he coming home still free luh e
In the booth with my Glock 26, the clip hold 17
He say he be stepping, that's a lie, where you be stepping at
Rapping all that killer shit, stop talking, better catch a hat
Tryna play both sides, can't come around, that shit'll get you whacked
If you fuck with them, don't fuck with me, you better not never lack
Smack that boy and lay him down, the doctor wrapped him up
You ain't gang won't shake your hand, don't walk up tryna dap me up
Casamigos, get her lit she turn around and back it up
Glizzy hit that boy right in his face for all that acting tough
K-Solid in the cut, he got that fully, he gon' tweak out
I was in them partments thuggin', boy, you had to sneak out
We gon' load him up, he try to run, I shoot his knees out
I slapped him with the Glizzy, two times and knocked his teeth out
Load him up, hop in the car, it's time to handle business
Love loadin' em up, we never runnin' out of ammunition
Hardbodied the label, shit forever, I ain't never switchin'
See a opp, get busy, chase him down and hit him with the 50
Me and bro nem ain't beefin' bout pussy, that's some sucker shit
Ops all in, they feelins they just mad I got they brother hit
Piss me off, I load him up, it's time to send another blitz
He don't die, we spinning back around while he recoverin
Switched up on me, I ain't even trippin', can't come back around
I told all my bro, we goin' up, just keep on stayin' down
They know I keep it trill, they droppin' salt, luh G-Man run the town
It don't even matter where I catch him, I'm still gon' run him down
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Writer(s): Luh Gman
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