6locc 6a6y - Lil Loaded | English Song

We back on the block with the chops We slip on the scene with a mop That AR came with a stock Just sponsored the hood with new Glocks We back on the block with the chops We slip on the scene with a mop That AR came with a stock Just sponsored the hood with new Glocks Everybody with me got a Glizzy Mine special, it hold about fifty Beefin' with you then we spin on the city I'm wackin' yo' brother, you dissing out sixty Fuck a few kilos, I need a whole pack Rob him again if he short at the sack I don't smoke nothing that's shorter than thrax You all had heroes, I had Mad Max This need a viewer discretion I'm finna send a fuck nigga a message Hol' on, lil' bro, let me ask you a question Do you wanna see your big brother in heaven? My gun holding fifty, yours holding eleven I've been waiting on a nigga to speak (Talk) Whack that lil' boy, I'll line him in chalk Beam on his body, face, jaw That nigga a bitch, get him a bra We don't speak on niggas cases You talking we opening faces Do the bop, the gang gon' erase him No lurking bitch, we ain't gon chase 'em As far as they know he missing But the gang had to split him for dissin' You can't whack on your opps you trippin' Why you think I got Glocks with extensions We back on the block with the chops We slip on the scene with a mop That AR came with a stock Just sponsored the hood with new Glocks We back on the block with the chops We slip on the scene with a mop That AR came with a stock Just sponsored the hood with new Glocks I cop a new Glock everytime I get paid Strap like Rambo when i'm on the stage He claim he a Christian, but still ain't get saved I'm not a surgeon but i'm takin' brains Three dot on the Glock you drop They send a addy' he popped Just like a picture that boy getting cropped Police already be knowing who flocked But they don't know which baby out on the block Thirty two shots ringin' out of the Glock You crossed me you gotta get popped True facts, you partner or not? Slim nose, you blowin' out snot I got a thirty they special Close range face I shot nothing extra I get my guns from code name Hector I know a killer that look like Lester He ain't gon' look like a smacker These niggas gon' think he cappin' Till he pull up and quick get to clappin' Get to shootin' like warmups in practice (Damn) I know that I'm turnin' him up I'm sixes rollin' him up I pack then fire him up We back on the block with the chops We slip on the scene with a mop That AR came with a stock Just sponsored the hood with new Glocks We back on the block with the chops We slip on the scene with a mop That AR came with a stock Just sponsored the hood with new Glocks

Tommy Franco make it bang though Gang, gang Gang'nem at the back do' Watch your homie, he might back do' you Pack in, get the packs off Gang at the store with the pack on me Gang'nem at the back do' Watch your homie, he might back do' you Pack in, get the packs off Gang at the store with the pack on me I'm at the spot, no opps allowed Opps come around, we gon' blow them boys down Kick in the do', bitch, don't make a sound He claim he a king so knock off his crown My opps broke with no bands These niggas be hatin', they bitches be fans That nigga hot, put that iron on his man He just got a fade, gon' line him up again He ain't die thе first time, gon' fire him up again Niggas hating on me, fakе pages They see me in person, I'm rocking big stages They know me in person, I'm knocking off faces They say you on bond, you gotta do right I ain't worried 'bout shit 'cause we fighting them cases 50 bands just to pay to the lawyer Two bands Niggas my sons, go sit in the corner Hunnids and fifties, we put 'em in order I love blue faces, I got it from Gang'nem at the back do' Watch your homie, he might back do' you Pack in, get the packs off Gang at the store with the pack on me Gang'nem at the back do' Watch your homie, he might back do' you Pack in, get the packs off Gang at the store with the pack on me When you get one, collect it Blue face Rollie impressive This shit here get hectic Spit straight bars in the session Get on the beat I might tell a confession- might! Can't say too much, duckin' and divin' Shoot a nigga in the face, I ain't doing no fight' This is all off the dome, I don't do no writ' Chop' cut a nigga up, better do my slic' 300 for the zip, gotta pay my price If I up I'ma blow it, I don't say shit twice I'm a demon in the soul but they treat me like Christ Gang'nem at the back do' Watch your homie, he might back do' you Pack in, get the packs off Gang at the store with the pack on me Gang'nem at the back do' Watch your homie, he might back do' you Pack in, get the packs off Gang at the store with the pack on me

Ayy, Lil Loaded done did it again Huh? What? Yeah, uh Ayy, Contraband! Real nigga, nobody do it better Pull up on an opp's block, I got to ask him if it's pressured If that nigga say "Yes," we can't leave 'til he on a stretcher I see this shit right now, I got to teach these niggas better, ayy Real nigga, nobody do it better Pull up on an opp's block, I got to ask if it's pressured If that nigga say "Yes," we can't leave 'til he on a stretcher I see this shit right now, I got to teach these niggas better I'm a finessing kid, I was jigging, I was robbing Beat a pussy nigga ass, then I go right in his pockets Ooh, he got a burner Tell that nigga, "Let me touch it" Now this shit is mine, you better get back before I bust it Young nigga living wild at life Brand new fire leave his brain on the phone Now he gon' speak his mind I'on ask for help 'cause I got way to much pride And I'on need my chain, I got way too much shine They ask me if I'm good, I feel like Mary J. Blige I'm torn up deep inside, but everything is just fine Coming into me, know I always got is time But I don't trust you with these secrets, live a dark life Real nigga, nobody do it better Pull up on an opp's block, I got to ask him if it's pressured If that nigga say "Yes," we can't leave 'til he on a stretcher I see this shit right now, I got to teach these niggas better, ayy Real nigga, nobody do it better Pull up on an opp's block, I got to ask if it's pressured If that nigga say "Yes," we can't leave 'til he on a stretcher I see this shit right now, I got to teach these niggas better Teach that boy about that dissing, toss his ass just like a frisbee B-I-G bullets like Biggie (boom-boom) I'm a warrior just like Windy, play a low hand just like Lindsey Now this city, you feel me? (You feel me?) Can't heal, and that shit can kill me Get better and that shit can heal It go to war for mine, can't take no more of mine My hood be four to five, got metal like foreign ice That AK get put on ice, want beef then take a slice Want smoke, then pay the price My killer gon' take your life I got to turn up my whole city, we can make it They know that young kid destined out here for some greatness And I'm a king, ain't no way that I can fake it I got a demon, ain't no way I can shake it Real nigga, nobody do it better Pull up on an opp's block, I got to ask him if it's pressured If that nigga say "Yes," we can't leave 'til he on a stretcher I see this shit right now, I got to teach these niggas better, ayy Real nigga, nobody do it better Pull up on an opp's block, I got to ask if it's pressured If that nigga say "Yes," we can't leave 'til he on a stretcher I see this shit right now, I got to teach these niggas better Do it, do it, do it, do it better Opp's block, ask him if it's pressured Do it better Opp's block, ask him if it's pressured

All alone, all All alone All alone Ayy, look I was in that cell, all alone Nigga, I'ma hog the phone Tryna see what Harlem home Free the guys 'til the ballers home I made so many calls For not one of 'em to talk to me Fresh shower back at home (what?) I had to get that jail smell off of me My brother spirit in me (what?) I know B-Doggs walk with me You ain't walk up in them trenches You can't ride in that droptop with me Hear no evil, speak no evil (no evil) Close my eye, can't see no evil (can't see) But that ain't the truth I close my eyes and I can see them demons Million-dollar jeans, up in my nut Know she can hide to see me He said he got some knock me off the block Then you better bring it (grrah) I'on smoke my opps, they mid' Dyin' with that Glock again (grr, bah) Hit him all up in his body Bet his ass won't smile again (won't smile again) Vegetarian shit, broccoli Hit 'em with that Glockie heat (brr) If you ain't on go, just like me (just like me) Nigga, you can't rock with me I'm on the go with all the real niggas (the real niggas) Locked in with real hitters (them real hitters) Say I promote violence, but I'm stylin' with no stylist, ayy (no cap) Always profilin', wildin', hop out, get 'em blind (grrr) The diamonds shinin', everywhere I go Ayy, look (B) I was in that cell, all alone (all alone) Nigga, I'ma hold the phone (hold the phone) Tryna see what Harlem home Free the guys 'til the ballers home I made so many calls For not one of 'em to talk to me (they ain't talk) Fresh shower back at home (what?) I had to get that jail smell off of me My brother spirit in me (what?) I know B-Doggs walk with me You ain't walk up in them trenches You can't ride in that droptop with me They left me at rock bottom They thought I was stuck, I got 'em (got 'em) I ain't have a thing, they ain' help me climb up They won't get to see them commas (them commas) She won't get rich off of me So baby, I'ma wear a condom (wear a condom) Nigga can't talk shit to me 'cause, nigga, I'm the top shotta (grrah) We go block on block, block 'em ARP, gon' body rock (gon' body rock) Ten to four, I bet my last on it (last, last on it) Big blue bad, won't brag on 'em (brag on 'em) Rolling game, my last name, I stand on Won't put my hands on 'em (what?) Get 'em gone, put they bread on me (bread on me) Ayy, look I was in that cell, all alone (all alone) Nigga, I'ma hog the phone (hold the phone) Tryna see what Harlem home Free the guys 'til the ballers home (the ballers home) I made so many calls, for not one of 'em to talk to me (they ain't talk) Fresh shower back at home (what?) I had to get that jail smell off of me My brother spirit in me (what?) I know B-Doggs walk with me You ain't walk up in them trenches You can't ride in that droptop with me

Top speed on the dash, I put my foot on the gas Lil' baby hair blowing back, driving fast and blow a back Set it all down (what?), I'm the one that turn it up Screamin', "F- all of the opps", ain't nobody murking us That stupid block baby's on top, ain't nobody f- with us If you dappin' up the opps, lil' n-, you can't f- with us If you run out there on a block, lil' n- you can't munch with us They be reachin' in, they captions talkin' s- (yeah) Back in Kingdom, all over prices on a brick Tell a n-, "Bitchless life" because she know Lil' Loaded lit (aha) In this b-, gettin' excited when they know I'm in the city I like 'em brown with the lil' body busting heavy on a pre When I was younger, I ain't have it but I found the way to get it Now is bands to the left (what?) And it's bands to the right (yeah) I remember hittin' licks from sun up 'til the night N- know that I could fight he running up I take his life (yeah) Gon' kill 'em, (gon' kill' em) Gon' kill 'em, sparked at a party gotta hit 'em This a Drac, this a cutter, slanging chops from a distance When I lick this bitch rain, they gon' think I shot a missile I'm turnt for dead homies, walk without all the lead on me Knew that nigga since a kid but that boy turned fed on me (snitch) I'ma knock his head off, bullets get to spraying off What you mean? What you said? N- get to playin' off Big Glock and yo, my leg get n- neck talking (pow) In the stu' hella bread, hella bands on them gangs And I'm yelling out, "Crip" every song that's what I bang And I'm yelling, "Free my brother" 'cause he locked up in 'em chains That n- stay solid, he ain't never told no names Me and him are parked and solo, we asleep up in the rain Now I'm rich and n- hatin', crazy how the things have changed Tell that n-, "Come home", on the gang he gon' be famous I bet him 100K he gon' make it, man he gon' take it Top speed on the dash, I put my foot on the gas Lil' baby hair blowing back, driving fast and blow a back Set it all down (what?), I'm the one that turn it up Screamin', "F- all of the opps", ain't nobody murking us That stupid block baby's on top, ain't nobody f- with us If you dappin' up the opps, lil' n-, you can't f- with us If you run out there on a block, lil' n- you can't munch with us They be reachin' in, they captions talkin' s- (yeah) Back in Kingdom, all over prices on a brick

808 my crew Aye, we want the smoke today We want the smoke today (who) (Zone 6 nigga) We want the smoke today (aye) We want the smoke today (aye) We want the smoke today (aye) We want the smoke (we want the smoke' aye) We want the smoke today (aye aye) We want the smoke today (aye aye) Aye We want the smoke today We want the smoke today (that smoke) We want the smoke today .223 without the scope today (bow bow) We want the smoke today We want the smoke today (that smoke) We want the smoke today .223 without the scope today (bow bow) I'm on whatever he on Come by the trap we don't talk on the phone I don't trust nigga's so come on your own Running the trap and I'm whacking yo jones Won't leave a body it's a bag full of bones Serving these fiends it's a bag full of stones Now I'm on stage and I'm booking these shows Mind full of pain but I'm full of these flows I'm on that for real' I eliminate enemies Can't fuck with niggas why none of y'all kinning me Keep me a pistol just like it's my mini me You hearing my songs then I know that you feeling me Niggas done tried but bitch ain't no killing me Keep me a Glock and it hold a whole fifty piece (damn, what) I keep me a Glock and it hold a whole fifty piece I gotta see me a Glock You hiding I'm whacking yo spouse I'ma pop up and run in yo house I'ma walk in and clear that bitch out I'm from Cali, I'm running the south T-top shottas be where they around I'm the king bitch I need me a crown Last year I was fighting the trial Got good look where I'm at now (Juanpi) Momma sayin' I'm making her proud No more grams we smoking them pounds (big pounds) We want the smoke today We want the smoke today (that smoke) We want the scope today .223 without the scope today (bow bow) We want the smoke today We want the smoke today (that smoke) We want the smoke today .223 without the scope today (bow bow)

Loaded done did it again, uh Loaded done did it again, uh Loaded did- uh- loaded done did it again, yuh, loaded did We got them narc's at the door Come get the chop you hear knocks at the door We got the block in a choke Block-baby's we bring the whole block when it smoke We got them narc's at the door Come get the chop you hear knocks at the door We got the block in a choke Block-baby's we bring the whole block when it smoke The opps in the front of the place Loaded hop out bitch I'm swinging the K My opps like the fiber bitch I like to spray 7.62's get them out of my face 5.56's gon' take them away That boy steady cappin' he know he ain't safe Send a opp and pop out he got left on his face He was typing a text when it went through his flesh Then I slide out that burner he sent me a text I reply to that shit, "Bitch I left him a mess" Now what? Imma' talk that shit Caught him one wheeling and I pop that blick Visit the plug, cop a juiced up stick No more 223's need a 5.56 She call me a jit, now she sucking my dick Pull that nine-iron out Imma' nut on her tits We got them narc's at the door Come get the chop you hear knocks at the door We got the block in a choke Block-baby's we bring the whole block when it smoke We got them narc's at the door Come get the chop you hear knocks at the door We got the block in a choke Block-baby's we bring the whole block when it smoke Ain't none nigga better than me, (hell-nah) Dig a grave with a shovel like me Slang that iron, walk down with that metal like me Freestyle kill a Loaded type beat like me Smoke gas, smoke tree, get a badass fee like me New swag, new chains, she gon' eat on me Spaz out, tripping on beat like me Nina nut in the streets, in the sheets for me Brand new forces, no crease on me Bad ass bitch no lease on me I can't sell out, no lease on me Shoot her in the face if she cheat on me Shoot him in the face if he breathe on me My dawgs on the drill and the lead on me My dawg fall of he can lean on me We all gon' eat, no greed on me We got them narc's at the door Come get the chop you hear knocks at the door We got the block in a choke Block-baby's we bring the whole block when it smoke We got them narc's at the door Come get the chop you hear knocks at the door We got the block in a choke Block-baby's we bring the whole block when it smoke