Yah, yah, yah Got bitches like XO (XO) Probably is a- Cuttin' off my old ho (Old ho) Catch it, just like Ocho (Ocho) Loaded, just like Loso Ice made bitches too nice (Too nice) Bentley coupe like white rice (White rice) Skrrt, he outta here (Gone)

Trapped on one stop, served my own block Bought my own watch (own watch) Loaded Glock, lettin' that thing pop (pop) They can't freeze us (freeze us) Skybox, we been at the top (sky) They can't see us (see us) Big knocks, fucked the dirty cops (Hey

Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street Singing six months ain't no sentence And one year ain't no time I was born in Angola Serving fourteen to ninety

Aim for your sweet spot I know you'd rather be scared of I know you'd rather just disappear Now that I'm here I know you'd rather Take me up with you Ready or not, loaded heart with a dagger Ready or not It's up for discussion, up for reprise

So tell me, why do I keep holding on? Oh, why do I keep staring down the barrel of a loaded gun? Then tell me why can't I just can't let go? Somebody knows, then tell me She said she loved me, all night long I couldn't help but let her string my heart

I'm on the nightrain One more time tonight Loaded like a freight train Feelin' like a space brain Flyin' like an aeroplane Fill my cup I never learn

What you know about that? Hey I know all about that Don't you know I got Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back Louis nap sack Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at Fresh off the jet to the 'jects where the G's at Hey what you know about

So tell me, why do I keep holding on? Oh, why do I keep staring down the barrel of a loaded gun? Then tell me why can't I just can't let go? Somebody knows, then tell me She said she loved me, all night long I couldn't help but let her string my heart

Listen to my ambition 'cause I'm on one Swingin' for the fences for the home run Even further beyond in to the universe But I got to make it to first, first It feels like every second is being stolen You got the ball, I'mma take it home But I'm lyin',

So tell me, why do I keep holding on? Oh, why do I keep staring down the barrel of a loaded gun? Then tell me why can't I just can't let go? Somebody knows, then tell me She said she loved me, all night long I couldn't help but let her string my heart