Fully Loaded
Yeah
Bro fully loaded, he pull up, no chauffeur, he ready to air it out
Yeah, big body Benz when I pull out the lot, It's so bright, got em starin' now
It's crazy, same old boys that would hate, hear my name and they claim I'm they favorite now
The media usin' my name for promotion, stop sayin' my shh fore' you wear it out
Yeah, brand new Rick, okay
Yeah, fully loaded whip, okay
Yeah, one mil' in the bank, okay
Yeah, made 20 bands, went cray
Spent four mil' on the chain, yeah
Me and you, we not the same, yeah
Brodie switched up on the gang, yeah
You act like a hoe, you lame
bang
Broski pop out, "what you sayin'?"
We got aim
We pop out, cuts and let it bang, yeah
Tell my ex girl I'm okay, yeah
Tell my bro I'll never change, yeah
Tell my mama I'll be straight, yeah
It's rocket time, we go to space
Girl, you strange
Broski pop out with that k
And he just want brains
And I got bands, I'll be okay
And I got hands, I'll be okay
And I got sticks, I'll be okay
And I got whips, I'll be okay
Yeah
Bro fully loaded, he pull up, no chauffeur, he ready to air it out
Yeah, big body Benz when I pull out the lot, It's so bright, got em starin' now
It's crazy, same old boys that would hate, hear my name and they claim I'm they favorite now
The media usin' my name for promotion, stop sayin' my shh fore' you wear it out
Bro fully loaded, he pull up, no chauffeur, he ready to air it out
Yeah, big body Benz when I pull out the lot, It's so bright, got em starin' now
It's crazy, same old boys that would hate, hear my name and they claim I'm they favorite now
The media usin' my name for promotion, stop sayin' my shh fore' you wear it out
Yeah, brand new Rick, okay
Yeah, fully loaded whip, okay
Yeah, one mil' in the bank, okay
Yeah, made 20 bands, went cray
Spent four mil' on the chain, yeah
Me and you, we not the same, yeah
Brodie switched up on the gang, yeah
You act like a hoe, you lame
bang
Broski pop out, "what you sayin'?"
We got aim
We pop out, cuts and let it bang, yeah
Tell my ex girl I'm okay, yeah
Tell my bro I'll never change, yeah
Tell my mama I'll be straight, yeah
It's rocket time, we go to space
Girl, you strange
Broski pop out with that k
And he just want brains
And I got bands, I'll be okay
And I got hands, I'll be okay
And I got sticks, I'll be okay
And I got whips, I'll be okay
Yeah
Bro fully loaded, he pull up, no chauffeur, he ready to air it out
Yeah, big body Benz when I pull out the lot, It's so bright, got em starin' now
It's crazy, same old boys that would hate, hear my name and they claim I'm they favorite now
The media usin' my name for promotion, stop sayin' my shh fore' you wear it out
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Writer(s): Koffi Nodem
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