Hit Em Up Lil Loaded

[Intro]
Loaded done did it again
Loaded done did it again
Loaded done did it again
Loaded done did it again, yeah
Loaded done did it again
Ayy, Contraband

[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 1]
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