Fully Loaded

Oz, Oz
Glock
Fully loaded
Fully loaded thirty round, fully loaded sticks
Act up, get hit, all my niggas with the shits
Fully loaded magazine, fully loaded extendo
Fully loaded, keep it on me everywhere I go
Fully loaded thirty round, fully loaded sticks
Act up, get hit, all my niggas with the shits
Fully loaded magazine, fully loaded extendo
Fully loaded, keep it on me everywhere I go
My dawgs ain’t fightin' like Vick
No, I ain’t got time for that shit
You touch one mines then somebody dyin'
You gonna get shot in your shit
I been thuggin' since a jit
Shoot the scene, no pic
Fire your ass with a stick
Fire your ass like a Bic
My partner big B’s, he bloody
He bangin' red, no sauce
Real shooter when he bustin'
My boy don’t know when to stop
Heat you up like pop
Clip long like a mop
I tell him to do you like Carmex
He gon' make you red at the top
Had to cut my circle from the fake niggas
I ain’t fuckin' 'round with you hatin' niggas
Pockets fully loaded, tryna take a nigga
Clip fully loaded like the bases, nigga
Want a verse, gotta pay a nigga
Came up, now they hate a nigga
And I ain’t talkin' 'bout blunts
When I say I’ll face a nigga
Fully loaded thirty round, fully loaded sticks
Act up, get hit, all my niggas with the shits
Fully loaded magazine, fully loaded extendo
Fully loaded, keep it on me everywhere I go
Fully loaded thirty round, fully loaded sticks
Act up, get hit, all my niggas with the shits
Fully loaded magazine, fully loaded extendo
Fully loaded, keep it on me everywhere I go
Shoot when I’m sober, don’t need molly
If I go broke, we rob everybody
Pull up on him, hop out with the shotty
Make him strip down like he in Follies
Love all my brothers, they right beside me
If they can’t come then don’t try to sign me
'Cause they was the ones that was with me grindin'
So they gon' be the ones with me shinin'
Chopper clips hangin' like they fell
More shells than Taco Bell
I got packs comin' through the mail
I’m fully loaded, I got clientele
On the block and I’m raising hell
Yeah, they know me, name ringing bells
Hood hottest youngin, can’t you tell?
Hood hottest youngin, can’t you tell?
Fully loaded, loaded fully
Ain’t no runnin' from the bullies
I’m playing with toys like Andy and Woody
Won’t go out like Trayvon, my strap in my hoodie
I heard you been talkin', I know you a pussy
Hop off that porch, you was standin' and lookin'
Can’t bring in my pistol, then don’t try to book me
I ain’t a killer, but please don’t push me
Fully loaded thirty round, fully loaded sticks
Act up, get hit, all my niggas with the shits
Fully loaded magazine, fully loaded extendo
Fully loaded, keep it on me everywhere I go
Fully loaded thirty round, fully loaded sticks
Act up, get hit, all my niggas with the shits
Fully loaded magazine, fully loaded extendo
Fully loaded, keep it on me everywhere I go