[Intro]
(Run the sack)
Ayy, look
([?] feeling on the beat)
Loaded done did it again, ayy
Loaded done did it again, ayy
(Momma, Zachary making beats again)
Spinning about my nigga Brazy, man
Back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back, bitch
Ayy, yeah
Loaded done did it again, yeah
Loaded done did it again, yeah
Loaded done did it again, yeah
Loaded done did it again, yeah
Ayy
[Chorus]
Whacking them niggas, we been on that
Smacking all opps, we been on that
The opps on the block, we been on that
The opps on the block, we been on that
Whacking them niggas, we been on that
Smacking all opps, we been on that
The opps on the block, we been on that
The opps on the block, we been on that
[Verse]
The opps on the block then wе spinning
This shit is just the beginning, ayy
The opps on thе block then we drilling
Hit my partner so all of us killing, ayy
We gotta let them K's go
None of my niggas gon' lay low
All about cheddar, them pesos
Whacking them niggas, it's case closed
He thinking he safe, he not, ayy
We spinning, hopping out on blocks, ayy
My niggas, we tote hella Glocks, ayy
Other partner got mop, ayy
We pulling chop with a stock, ayy
We told them bitches, it's a lot, ayy
Lock on the target, we all gotta blow
Let that .40 go, they already know
We spinning this shit for Brazy
Got the whole hood going crazy
6locc 6a6y, the whole hood made me
6locc 6a6y, the whole hood made me, ayy
Bitch, ain't no running 'cause I new to gunning
They know that .40 gon' blast now
We in their hood, ain't no turning back
They know Lil Loaded gon' crash out
Ain't worried about nothing, my driver good
My gualla, my gualla gon' smash out
He ain't just a driver, he keep him a Glizzy
My gualla, my gualla will spazz out
I come to Florida, I leave with some smackers
So now we making this shit happen, ayy
Two smackers, a drive, a opp on the block
Turn that lil' boy to a pack, ayy
Had a whole thirty and still ain't hit back
So nigga, you really was lacking, ayy
Claiming you a shooter but still ain't blow back
So nigga, you really was capping, ayy
Show me where that mop at
Show me where they block at
Show me where they trap at
I'ma leave his top back
All you niggas capping, so you really need to stop that
Wet that lil' boy where he walk
Yellow tape with the chalk
He might be living today
But we gon' spin back tomorrow
But we gon' spin back tomorrow
(Run the sack)
Ayy, look
([?] feeling on the beat)
Loaded done did it again, ayy
Loaded done did it again, ayy
(Momma, Zachary making beats again)
Spinning about my nigga Brazy, man
Back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back, bitch
Ayy, yeah
Loaded done did it again, yeah
Loaded done did it again, yeah
Loaded done did it again, yeah
Loaded done did it again, yeah
Ayy
[Chorus]
Whacking them niggas, we been on that
Smacking all opps, we been on that
The opps on the block, we been on that
The opps on the block, we been on that
Whacking them niggas, we been on that
Smacking all opps, we been on that
The opps on the block, we been on that
The opps on the block, we been on that
[Verse]
The opps on the block then wе spinning
This shit is just the beginning, ayy
The opps on thе block then we drilling
Hit my partner so all of us killing, ayy
We gotta let them K's go
None of my niggas gon' lay low
All about cheddar, them pesos
Whacking them niggas, it's case closed
He thinking he safe, he not, ayy
We spinning, hopping out on blocks, ayy
My niggas, we tote hella Glocks, ayy
Other partner got mop, ayy
We pulling chop with a stock, ayy
We told them bitches, it's a lot, ayy
Lock on the target, we all gotta blow
Let that .40 go, they already know
We spinning this shit for Brazy
Got the whole hood going crazy
6locc 6a6y, the whole hood made me
6locc 6a6y, the whole hood made me, ayy
Bitch, ain't no running 'cause I new to gunning
They know that .40 gon' blast now
We in their hood, ain't no turning back
They know Lil Loaded gon' crash out
Ain't worried about nothing, my driver good
My gualla, my gualla gon' smash out
He ain't just a driver, he keep him a Glizzy
My gualla, my gualla will spazz out
I come to Florida, I leave with some smackers
So now we making this shit happen, ayy
Two smackers, a drive, a opp on the block
Turn that lil' boy to a pack, ayy
Had a whole thirty and still ain't hit back
So nigga, you really was lacking, ayy
Claiming you a shooter but still ain't blow back
So nigga, you really was capping, ayy
Show me where that mop at
Show me where they block at
Show me where they trap at
I'ma leave his top back
All you niggas capping, so you really need to stop that
Wet that lil' boy where he walk
Yellow tape with the chalk
He might be living today
But we gon' spin back tomorrow
But we gon' spin back tomorrow
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