Drape - Loaded Lyrics

Turned down just a lil' bit, stackin' up money
Remember it was low? bitch
Niggas be buggin
Lightweight bogus

Mood like, f*ck it
I don't even notice
Nighttime clubbin
Gotta stay focused, loaded this, loaded clip

Showmanship , rollin' this
Hold this shit
I done made more than this, blow this shit
Got the flame, blow this bitch

Yeah
Gina Martin, this an Aston
I'ma make me some cash, bitch
Takin' flights with my bad bitch

These niggas is some has beens
12 pull up, I'm dashin
Zy runts in the ashes
Stink say she too tired, still gon' lay on her d***

My block hot wired,
Will come spray with the blick
Plug takin' too long, waitin' all day on the brick
Get to playin' too crazy, camp out, lay on some shit
Look, shoot the laser, my player NBA 2K with the grip

Yeah, stackin' up money
Remember it was low? bitch
Niggas be buggin
Lightweight bogus

Mood like, f*ck it
I don't even notice
Nighttime clubbin
Gotta stay focused, investin' like Bezos

Baby makin' me some pesos
Checkin' out new Dracos
Drove from "a number that has disconnected"
Clicked up like Nato

Baecay Turks and Caicos
Stupid hoes we don't chase those
Still running marathon race though
Still goin' fast-paced, hoe
Stack it up, I don't show it

Yeah, she pretty and she know it
I ain't never gon' blow it
Yeah, bitch, this my moment
Baby say that she on it

She a bad bitch, gotta flaunt it
Me and Matt coolin
Shane, he the oldest
Who you think you foolin'?

Overton's, we the coldest
Gotta keep movin
Especially when you chosen
Show you how to do it
Keep the ball rolling
Money don't jiggle
It's always foldin
Remember had a little
Now a nig gettin' loaded

Shout out Kittle
Yeah, that's the Brody
This a Batman Riddle
Joker with the motions, look

I'm gon' spin the shit, spin the shit
Yeah, I'm with the shits, with the shits
Leave no witnesses, witnesses
If they miss the shit, if they missin' shit

This is it, stand on businesses
Yeah
I'm with that
I miss my baby when you gon' come by

And kiss that
This love forever, baby, she just touched my six-pack
Hot in here, country grammar
Might be time to hit that

I hit that
She, she miss that
Makin' love in the same place where we gon' get rich at
Now, baby, hurry home

So I can come and lick that
Investin' in our futures
Then I come and fix that
I fix that

Where my switch at?
She say, hold up, daddy
Let me go run and get that
Real shooter like I'm Curry

This shit is a mismatch
In the field, my ass can't even remember where the bench at
Yo, bitch ass
Bitch ass

Yo, bitch ass
I fix that
I'm with that
I miss my baby when you

Come by
And kiss that
This love forever, baby, she just touched my six-pack
Hot in here, country grammar

Might be time to hit that
I hit that
I hit that
I hit that

I hit that
I hit that