##Matty Patty! - Loaded! Lyrics

My niggas they walk in the spot
They walk in with a Glock and its loaded
My niggas still hooked off that drank
My niggas be sipping that potion
All of my niggas got rank all my niggas have motion
Leave a nigga body stank bag him like We buying Groceries
They be like king you cold as shit niggas switched up ian notice it
Walk in dis bitch they know who it is
Cap bout ya life u be telling them fibs
My bitch she say I'm a junkie need to stop popping them pills
Hop on the mic n i'm sober i just been runnin this bitch
Getting so loaded I'm taking these drugs
Fucking yo bitch we made her a slut
Scamming dese niggas ye I love to jugg
Fuck these hoes treat em like sum mutts
I'm onna top floor it cant get higher than this
Sipping on mudd my nigga said fuck allat tris
Kill yo big homie treat em like bitch
Yea I'm da boss niggas got so rich
Keep quiet nigga don't make no diss shhh
My nigga gon pull up hit u w det shit
Imma dog nigga I don't love these hoes
Fuck her one time then I gotta go
Da lean in my body got me moving slow
I got fast cars fast money bitches and poles
Nigga don't hate bitch we finna blow
Bitch don't hate yea we finna blow
Getting this money getting this dough
Chopping his body he move so slow
Smoking da opp pack sipping dat russ
Semi auto gone send him to dust
You stay on the game you stay on dat rust
Me and bands yea we switching the flow
Sweeping the floor like Ronnie Ramone
We kick in the guns we kick in the door
Ian gone lie I'm starting get pissed
Full of dese drugs making me sick
I pull out the choppa he dancing turn to a bitch
I'm in a high rise in la I'm smoking on thrax you cant tell me shit
I got a bitch I'm naming her Draco
She came with extensions and she gotta kick
Me and king twin srts onna way to da vip
I got a Glock so big dat bitch cant fit on my hip
Niggas aint scoring no pints they capping
Ricky's on me that's high tech fashion
Fucking his hoe den I'm gone like magic
Niggas don't want no static we sending a blitz get him hit like madden
Two poles rip two bozos got hit in his shit don't know what happen
Nigga get split like fresh I'm fucking his hoe and she licking the slurp up
Lil bitch don't get no pies nah ian lil baby aint buying no birkin
I get to the rack I hit from the back den lil hoe you served yo purpose
But you get the message I guess you learning
Bend that corner I'm burn him like furnace
Big ass hoe gone need you a surgeon
I got a shoota from clanco he shoot when i say so
These chopsticks stand on murder
I got 99 problems the money aint one
Lil nigga go get you some racks
Ricky all dese niggas get hit in the back
Den go hit yo hoe from the back
Choppa gon leave his bitch ass with a lapse
He think he better den me smoking that crack
I'm high as fuck pouring up act
I kill his ass now he in a wrap

My niggas they walk in the spot
They walk in with a Glock and its loaded
My niggas still hooked off that drank
My niggas be sipping that potion
All of my niggas got rank all my niggas have motion
Leave a nigga body stank bag him like We buying Groceries
They be like king you cold as shit niggas switched up ian notice it
Walk in dis bitch they know who it is
Cap bout ya life u be telling them fibs
My bitch she say I'm a junkie need to stop popping them pills
Hop on the mic n i'm sober i just been runnin this bitch
Getting so loaded I'm taking these drugs
Fucking yo bitch we made her a slut
Scamming dese niggas ye I love to jugg
Fuck these hoes treat em like sum mutts
I'm onna top floor it cant get higher than this
Sipping on mudd my nigga said fuck allat tris
Kill yo big homie treat em like bitch
Yea I'm da boss niggas got so rich
Keep quiet nigga don't make no diss shhh
My nigga gon pull up hit u w det shit
Imma dog nigga I don't love these hoes
Fuck her one time then I gotta go
Da lean in my body got me moving slow
I got fast cars fast money bitches and poles
Nigga don't hate bitch we finna blow
Bitch don't hate yea we finna blow
Getting this money getting this dough
Chopping his body he move so slow
Smoking da opp pack sipping dat russ
Semi auto gone send him to dust
You stay on the game you stay on dat rust
Me and bands yea we switching the flow
Sweeping the floor like Ronnie Ramone
We kick in the guns we kick in the door
Ian gone lie I'm starting get pissed
Full of dese drugs making me sick
I pull out the choppa he dancing turn to a bitch
I'm in a high rise in la I'm smoking on thrax you cant tell me shit
I got a bitch I'm naming her Draco
She came with extensions and she gotta kick
Me and king twin srts onna way to da vip
I got a Glock so big dat bitch cant fit on my hip
Niggas aint scoring no pints they capping
Ricky's on me that's high tech fashion
Fucking his hoe den I'm gone like magic
Niggas don't want no static we sending a blitz get him hit like madden
Two poles rip two bozos got hit in his shit don't know what happen
Nigga get split like fresh I'm fucking his hoe and she licking the slurp up
Lil bitch don't get no pies nah ian lil baby aint buying no birkin
I get to the rack I hit from the back den lil hoe you served yo purpose
But you get the message I guess you learning
Bend that corner I'm burn him like furnace
Big ass hoe gone need you a surgeon
I got a shoota from clanco he shoot when i say so
These chopsticks stand on murder
I got 99 problems the money aint one
Lil nigga go get you some racks
Ricky all dese niggas get hit in the back
Den go hit yo hoe from the back
Choppa gon leave his bitch ass with a lapse
He think he better den me smoking that crack
I'm high as fuck pouring up act
I kill his ass now he in a wrap