Chill TK - Loaded Inis Bitch Lyrics

(Woo!)
Ay, I'm finna get loaded in this bitch (Ay)
Ay, I'm finna get loaded in this bitch (For real)
And you finna get blown down, thrown around
Shown how to motherf*cking grow up in this bitch (Woo!)

Ay, I'm finna get loaded in this bitch (Ay)
Ay, I'm finna get loaded in this bitch (For real)
And you finna get blown down, thrown around
Shown how to motherf*cking grow up in this bitch (Woo!)

Ay I'm finna get loaded in this bitch
Tryna get some ice frozen on my wrist
Lil shorty with the gold on her neck
And I always got codes within my flicks
That I post up every day all on that "ig"
I feel like I been chosen for this gig
With the mic I pour soul
And then they dig
And I got my scotch glass
Right by my lips
Take a sip,
If she work it real good
I'll be giving her a tip
When we done at the club
Then we mob to the crib
If you wanna catch a buzz
Got bottles, take a swig,
Need models I can get at (True)
If you ain't gimme love
You can go and suck a dick
I ain't give a single f*ck
'Bout your petty lil clique
I ain't give a single shit
'Bout your loud lil bitch
Cuz I'm finna get cake
I'll be loaded in this bitch (Woo!)

Ay, I'm finna get loaded in this bitch (Ay)
Ay, I'm finna get loaded in this bitch (For real)
And you finna get blown down, thrown around
Shown how to motherf*cking grow up in this bitch (Woo!)

Ay, I'm finna get loaded in this bitch (Ay)
Ay, I'm finna get loaded in this bitch (For real)
And you finna get blown down, thrown around
Shown how to motherf*cking grow up in this bitch (Woo!)

Wanna be the big fish
You best know who the sharks are
I'd pay top dollar just to find out
Who the narcs are
I'm a fast talker like the interviewer, Nardwuar and
You ain't going nowhere sitting on it like a parked car
I'm sick not having any choices
Need a garage full of Rolls Royces
Had a mirage, I was hearing voices
Said "you need to pull the slack, quit toyin'"
And your side dude's plan I be foiling
Cuz his lady with me and I spoil her
Yeah his lady with me and I oil her
All his lil confessions annoy her
Hot beats gotcha boys sayin' "Oh word"
Hot D gotcha bitches sayin' "Oh Lord"
Needa be on fleek, accessories Goyard
Every single feat that's in front of me I go at hard

Ay I'm finna get loaded in this (Facts)
And you bitches don't know what this is (Nope)
Imma flow right around a politician (True)
Ever steady grind, bitch you know I'm on a mission (Mission)
Imma blow a whole pound of sour citrus (Citrus)
Imma blow a whole mound a sour diesel (Weed)
With my hoe, she be slurping up Tito's (Blagghh)
Every weekend man, she a lil freak tho (Bro)
We need something more girl, how about a threesome? (What?)
Shut the door, I'm tryna fill the room with weed smoke (Yeah!)
F*ck the police, 5-0, that's treason (Ay)
Smoke more, g, never had good tree son (No)
Dropping bars bruh, nobody f*ckin keeps up (Nah)
Hoe want some more, she ain't know who she squeezing on (Yah!)
Slow as tar y'all rappin' with some f*ckin sleep on (Ay)
Imma be a star, you ain't know, who ya sleepin on (Woo!)

Ay, I'm finna get loaded in this bitch (Ay)
Ay, I'm finna get loaded in this bitch (For real)
And you finna get blown down, thrown around
Shown how to motherf*cking grow up in this bitch (Woo!)

Ay, I'm finna get loaded in this bitch (Ay)
Ay, I'm finna get loaded in this bitch (For real)
And you finna get blown down, thrown around
Shown how to motherf*cking grow up in this bitch (Woo!)