Bring that load out, Rollers rolled out What they talkin bout? I don't know what they talkin bout I don't know what they talkin bout A-B go get the load A-B make it wet Check wet Bring that load out, Bring that load out We got more smoke, We gon sell dope, Till it overload I got more bows, We gon sell shows We got opp clips, For the opp hoes Bank game bitch, Nigga we been with this Nigga I'm from the 205 Put my trust in them bitches Nigga all of us ready to ride Nigga we got dirty sticks Bank bitch don't call me plied But I know you love this drip You bitch why you lyin? Bitch just play your script Don't talk *** just watch your look Wish nobody'd help I been having drip Bitch be bitchin slime My nigga Brian Know the bitch be fine Gang Bang Bang Nigga Yeah Promo gang Gang Nigga I got show Go get the load Tell them to come back through I need some more Burn that load out Burn that load out Burn that load out Burn that load out Burn that load out Burn that load out Burn that load out Burn that load out Burn that load out *** it, I'm finna ride out Hippin' in in the backseat If a nigga wanna play with Young Lee I got that truck low Already know I got both Can't load Pushing that load I'm number one like D-Lo I got them grams for the load In the store Don't wanna be broke I had to go get it Dunk on your ass like Westbrook Then chop it like an oven Get your ass cooked Already know I got drip for days Pound for days Gram for days Nigga be speaking that all on the gas And we pull up on tilt Let them choppers bang I cannot say these niggas no more I'm *** your hoe My dick in her throat I'm moving them bowls I'm rapping kilos You speak on my name And the gun at your throat Nigga be acting You don't want no smoke Chop a can with a tilt Let's go Big ass buildings In the air for air Knock him off his toes Aye, I saw all Let's go and get him Shot in the game So I got a killer Don't know why you miss Cause I'm finna kill him When I hit the blunt With a wonderful feeling When she drop that nick And believe what I'm saying Checkin' the lean It's perfect when I'm paying But that's Cartier That's what I'm saying Talking to God Forgive for the sin I had to run it up quick Ripped the board from my wrist On the crock pot Rubber bands up in the night Got a brand new block Run up on me ***, ***, get popped I ain't even worry About no niggas Wake up and I kill All of the niggas You don't wanna stay Till we can get the *** piping I'ma go and bury me a nigga I'm in the club ***in' your bitch With my kids on the face I got the girl Let me turn up the place I got the king in the club I got the king in the club I'ma throw me some dudes I'm finna *** this *** up Break that load up Break that load up Throw me some dudes I'm finna *** this *** up Break that load up Throw me some dudes