Loaded dit it again
Loaded dit it again
Loaded dit it again
Loaded dit it again, ya
Loaded dit it again
Ayy, Contraband!

I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)
I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)

Spin the block, let the window drop, I'm hanging out the back
Don't give a fuck, he hanging with the opps, that fuck nigga get smacked
His bitch wan' fuck, I don't give a fuck, just tell me where he at
He in the cut, tryna spin on us, but, bitch, I'm dumping back
I got Ar's knocking bricks of walls, just like in Iraq
This shit deeper than a ship, up on the net
Knock some flesh right of his neck
Choppas fuck him just like sex
And this shit deeper than a ship, up on the 'Gram
Click-clack, let that chopper blam
Instead he calling me a fam
But you be dissing on the net
I'm finna send your ass to hell
Free my Gwuala out that gym, he coming home if he got bailed
How you quick to let it blow but get hit up and then you tell?
When y'all drugged a nigga up, ain't nobody do no telling
We just pulled up with them sticks and turnt that shit to Armageddon
I was fucking on a opp's baby mama, not no more
If I bring her to the crib and she add flavour, I'ma blow

I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)
I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)
I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)
I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)

I got the drop
Bingo get 'em popped
Allah, him and Choc
Don't you spray
Yeah, you watch and pray
Bitch, we gotta stop
Hop out the whip, oh, he tryna run, we just gotta walk
223's hit him in his head, but knocked him out his socks
That Ar jam, bro picked up my slacking 'til I could shake back
Ain't got no aim, but always down to drill, shout-out to Lil Pat
He just 15, out here thugging bad, and he just wanna hat
Hopped out of school
Pistol in his pants
They won't catch him lacking
Loaded snapping
Yeah, Lil Loaded rapping, they say I'm the best out
Hit him in his arm, chest, leg, and he ain't check out
He was prayed up, he ain't had no vest out
Put a bag on his head, I had to show him what that check 'bout

I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)
I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)
I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)
I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)