Reloaded (feat. Rob49)
Yeah
Stand up, I'm in the building (EVR)
Big 49 my gangsta (yeah)
Don't play with us
Yeah, niggas know shit from sugar (yeah)
Nigga know real from fake he sins, up stuck to the ceiling (to the ceiling)
I'm know to get 'em off, yeah, Big 49, my daddy's son (yeah)
I'm staying on the scene, I play for keeps, don't play with us (don't play with us, yeah)
Steppin' in them trenches (huh), no pictures, don't like attention, hmm
I'm a demon's seed, they still can't figure out these killings
My bitch a Nina, she a keeper, she skeet everytime I finger tease her
I ran a nigga down to my demons, I keep that dog around likе Peter
Got a 50-round drum in the back of that trunk, hе pull in, we gettin' him done (ha)
My lil' gangsta wanna kill, I gave him the word, now he my son
Catch his ho, knocked off her bun, he speak on business, cut his tongue
We fuck niggas up for fun, he still breathing? We ain't done
Yeah, we fuck niggas' hoes, I throw my fours up for the four (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just leave the door unlocked, I'm in the trap, my mama know (ha!)
Still stealing out the store, a millionaire with shit to lose (yeah)
These niggas pick and choose, I ain't got picks, these niggas fruit
I tell a bitch to throw it back, we get pulled over, she stuff her cat
Ross is trapping in the 9, this bitch doing jumping jacks
Whip that choppa through the house, if you wanna live, better hit that floor
And I'm not tripping on no ho, I'll feed a bitch a 4-for-4
Yeah, niggas know shit from sugar (yeah)
Nigga know real from fake he sins, up stuck to the ceiling (to the ceiling)
I'm know to get 'em off, yeah, Big 49, my daddy's son (yeah)
I'm staying on the scene, I play for keeps, don't play with us (don't play with us, yeah)
Steppin' in them trenches (huh), no pictures, don't like attention, hmm
I'm a demon's seed, they still can't figure out these killings
My bitch a Nina, she a keeper, she skeet everytime I finger tease her
I ran a nigga down to my demons, I keep that dog around like Peter
Yeah, catch 'em niggas dyin' (dyin'), they know not to try us
The only thing I'm running from is sirens
Alright, I'm richer than Lil' Roddy, I still be in the project
My brother play with white like he a Nazi (my brother play with white)
Alright, Fredo, Fredo Bang bang when you see him
Big 49, he the trapper of the year (he the trapper of the year)
I got bitches, make 'em do it by theyself (I got bitches, make 'em do it by theyself)
While I'm still posted at my project on the step (I'm still posted at my project on the step)
Yeah
Alright
Stand up, I'm in the building (EVR)
Big 49, my daddy's son
Yeah
Shit around
Don't play with us (yeah, yeah)
Don't say too much when I come through, these niggas know the biz (know the biz)
I got her ass and titties done, I damn near bought a bitch (I damn near bought a bitch)
I'm in the 'Vette 200 dash, I'm doin' savage shit (doin' savage shit)
49 fly bitches to Miami just to kiss they tits (rrah)
She don't take pills, she want a G6 down her throat, though (down her throat, though)
I get 'em turnt then put my thumb all in her A-hole (thumb all in her A-hole)
Ain't got no gun, ain't got no case, that's why the case closed (why the case closed)
I spent a 60 on this chain, they ain't gon' touch nothing (49)
Yeah
83
We gon' keep it ike that, they gon' keep-, what's up
Yeah (big poles'll overkill him)
83, nigga (don't hit him one time)
(Hit him three times, hit him five times, hit him six times)
Pause 'em up
Keep goin' until that bitch empty
Ghrr
Fuckin' reload, ghrr
I'm reloaded, haha, fuck it
Hello?
Stand up, I'm in the building (EVR)
Big 49 my gangsta (yeah)
Don't play with us
Yeah, niggas know shit from sugar (yeah)
Nigga know real from fake he sins, up stuck to the ceiling (to the ceiling)
I'm know to get 'em off, yeah, Big 49, my daddy's son (yeah)
I'm staying on the scene, I play for keeps, don't play with us (don't play with us, yeah)
Steppin' in them trenches (huh), no pictures, don't like attention, hmm
I'm a demon's seed, they still can't figure out these killings
My bitch a Nina, she a keeper, she skeet everytime I finger tease her
I ran a nigga down to my demons, I keep that dog around likе Peter
Got a 50-round drum in the back of that trunk, hе pull in, we gettin' him done (ha)
My lil' gangsta wanna kill, I gave him the word, now he my son
Catch his ho, knocked off her bun, he speak on business, cut his tongue
We fuck niggas up for fun, he still breathing? We ain't done
Yeah, we fuck niggas' hoes, I throw my fours up for the four (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just leave the door unlocked, I'm in the trap, my mama know (ha!)
Still stealing out the store, a millionaire with shit to lose (yeah)
These niggas pick and choose, I ain't got picks, these niggas fruit
I tell a bitch to throw it back, we get pulled over, she stuff her cat
Ross is trapping in the 9, this bitch doing jumping jacks
Whip that choppa through the house, if you wanna live, better hit that floor
And I'm not tripping on no ho, I'll feed a bitch a 4-for-4
Yeah, niggas know shit from sugar (yeah)
Nigga know real from fake he sins, up stuck to the ceiling (to the ceiling)
I'm know to get 'em off, yeah, Big 49, my daddy's son (yeah)
I'm staying on the scene, I play for keeps, don't play with us (don't play with us, yeah)
Steppin' in them trenches (huh), no pictures, don't like attention, hmm
I'm a demon's seed, they still can't figure out these killings
My bitch a Nina, she a keeper, she skeet everytime I finger tease her
I ran a nigga down to my demons, I keep that dog around like Peter
Yeah, catch 'em niggas dyin' (dyin'), they know not to try us
The only thing I'm running from is sirens
Alright, I'm richer than Lil' Roddy, I still be in the project
My brother play with white like he a Nazi (my brother play with white)
Alright, Fredo, Fredo Bang bang when you see him
Big 49, he the trapper of the year (he the trapper of the year)
I got bitches, make 'em do it by theyself (I got bitches, make 'em do it by theyself)
While I'm still posted at my project on the step (I'm still posted at my project on the step)
Yeah
Alright
Stand up, I'm in the building (EVR)
Big 49, my daddy's son
Yeah
Shit around
Don't play with us (yeah, yeah)
Don't say too much when I come through, these niggas know the biz (know the biz)
I got her ass and titties done, I damn near bought a bitch (I damn near bought a bitch)
I'm in the 'Vette 200 dash, I'm doin' savage shit (doin' savage shit)
49 fly bitches to Miami just to kiss they tits (rrah)
She don't take pills, she want a G6 down her throat, though (down her throat, though)
I get 'em turnt then put my thumb all in her A-hole (thumb all in her A-hole)
Ain't got no gun, ain't got no case, that's why the case closed (why the case closed)
I spent a 60 on this chain, they ain't gon' touch nothing (49)
Yeah
83
We gon' keep it ike that, they gon' keep-, what's up
Yeah (big poles'll overkill him)
83, nigga (don't hit him one time)
(Hit him three times, hit him five times, hit him six times)
Pause 'em up
Keep goin' until that bitch empty
Ghrr
Fuckin' reload, ghrr
I'm reloaded, haha, fuck it
Hello?
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Thomas, Fredrick Ii Givens, Amman Nurani, Aman Nikhanj, Mason Kunka
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