In this track, Key Glock delves into themes of wealth, success, and resilience. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of his opulent lifestyle, marked by luxury cars, expensive jewelry, and an abundance of money. He juxtaposes these material gains with his unapologetic confidence and street credibility, emphasizing that despite his prosperity, he remains grounded in his roots. The recurring references to loaded bank accounts and firearms underscore a sense of preparedness and vigilance against potential threats. Additionally, the song touches on romantic escapades and the envy it incites among past lovers. Overall, it's a celebration of triumph over adversity while maintaining an edge of caution. #WealthAndSuccess #StreetCredibility #LuxuryLife
Loaded
Lyrics
Yeah
(Woah, Kenny!)
Ayy
What's up doc? Ayy, I got carats (what's up)
Diamonds in my wrist jump around like a rabbit
Catch me out in traffic with them choppas I'm a savage
Chillin' with a baddie now my ex bitch jealous
Yeah, flexing so hard now her friends say I'm petty
Uh, everybody know that I'm a bad bitch bandit
Yeah, I be fly as fuck ain't no tellin' when I'm landin'
Yeah this shit getting epic and my wrist on Atlantic
Ocean, foreign whip coasting, sipping potion, moving slow motion
Got me like, "Oh shit" might start dozing
Wrist start hurting, put ice on my Rollie
Racks not folding, pants get swollen
My rose froze, spent twenty on emoji
Drop like soldiers, bitch you know it
Bank accounts and my guns loaded (yeah)
Smoke a lot of weed like I grow it
I got old money, ain't moldy, yeah
Jewelry game get a bitch cozy, oh
So so smooth no lotion, yeah
Ride around town with a toaster, uh
Yeah bitch I'ma pop up for the bread
Lil' nigga you do the mostest, yuh
That's what this dumb bitch just said
Fucked on the floor made her fall off the bed
Ayy before you go, can I get some more head?
Ayy, kicked out the door, and I hopped in my Benz
Then I do it again but this time with her friend
Yeah, break her back like I'm Shaq at the rim
Yeah, I told that bitch I'm the creme de la creme
Yeah, I told that bitch that I'm the best that there is
Yeah, I told that bitch that she knows what it is
I spent a million on ice just to chill
Got some more water, might buy some gills
Yeah they be like this lil' nigga is ill
Yeah they be like this lil' nigga for real
Uh, off the porch straight to the field
Yeah, I'm rich and still ride with my steel
Yeah, I put crystal balls on my ears
Uh, I'm balling hard, bitch, I got skills
Ayy
What's up doc? Ayy, I got carats (what's up)
Diamonds in my wrist jump around like a rabbit
Catch me out in traffic with them choppas I'm a savage
Chillin' with a baddie now my ex bitch jealous
Yeah, flexing so hard now her friends say I'm petty
Uh, everybody know that I'm a bad bitch bandit
Yeah, I be fly as fuck ain't no tellin' when I'm landin'
Yeah this shit getting epic and my wrist on Atlantic
Ocean, foreign whip coasting, sipping potion, moving slow motion
Got me like, "Oh shit" might start dozing
Wrist start hurting, put ice on my Rollie
Racks not folding, pants get swollen
My rose froze, spent twenty on emoji
Drop like soldiers, bitch you know it
Bank accounts and my guns loaded (yeah) yeah
Writer(s): Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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