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load it up - cb lyrics

[intro]
(lg)
(rahh, it’s bkay you know)

[verse 1: cb]
two waps in the ride, let’s lurk
twin brow shotgun, fill it with two
i’m really tryna off these nerds
them man rap, we riding first
that’s why three of them boys on shirts
the road ting’s fun until your boy’s in the grave
and you don’t wanna come my way
cah’ if i whack that out, it’s a twin brow gauge
and it won’t be leg, it’s face
all i want is money in abundance
but these opps just keep provoking
got my loub’s in focus, so i gotta go get round and smoke ’em
anywhere i step, i’m comfy
another opp got dropped, that’s lovely
don’t talk ’bout cj, what happened on (?), heard that boy got duppied
don’t step to my block if you ain’t got heart or your intent is to (?)
when that punk got whacked, we billed that pack and thе gang sat back and laughed
the beef’s peppеr, it’s cooking
we need waps, so we jugging
them man rap, when they shouldn’t
we take risks, that they wouldn’t
all i need in life is cash and waps, and i’ll be set for life
live it up with bae on the weekend
come monday, i’ll be back in the ride
them man broke, with no waps
when’s the last time corn got crashed?
how you talk about gang?
best rate us
don’t try come to my block with no shank
[chorus: baseman]
whip that block or tray
whip this ting up in my lap, i’ll clean your whole estate
if them feds try take me back, i’m going m.i.a
put them boys up in a pack and pour that hennessey
oh lord, fletch
load it up, load it up
really had them goons in the truck
dotty longer than my arm
we don’t care who you are
load it up, load it up
really had them goons in the truck
dotty longer than my arm
we don’t care who you are, nah

[verse 3: teeway]
six shot riches
bine and b*tches
but man know we don’t shot girls (no we don’t)
need two three, done a mad ting
clock that, cop that
fill up the ride with hot shots (bap, bap)
six shank wounds, could’ve got twelve
confirmed, drop from the southeast block girl (f*ck)
she wan’ go out for food and c*cktails
.38 shots for the tre’s and mop bells (boof)
n*ggas lying and dying, don’t die for the clout
free lil jay, just chinged my man with the zombie k
try signing him out (try k!ll him)
graveyard shift on that big bike, resale
call and we’re not just riding about (f*ck)
n*ggas love rap ‘bout trapping, stop that sh*t if you ain’t got nine in a drought
323 (?)
i’m in the field telling my man, “let’s go” (bang)
whip bicarb’ in this f*cking bowl (bang)
now i got crackheads stealing out tesco
lil’ broski got life for that murder
f*ck that judge
with the mandem, blessed though
miss big v on the backstreet hunting, dumping
ot sleep, that’s rest more
three hundred rocks till it’s done, no rest though
[chorus: baseman]
whip that block or tray
whip this ting up in my lap, i’ll clean your whole estate
if them feds try take me back, i’m going m.i.a
put them boys up in a pack and pour that hennessey
oh lord, fletch
load it up, load it up
really had them goons in the truck
dotty longer than my arm
we don’t care who you are
load it up, load it up
really had them goons in the truck
dotty longer than my arm
we don’t care who you are, nah

[outro: cb]
don’t talk ’bout cj, what happened on (?), heard that boy got*
(lg)
(rahh, it’s bkay you know)

- cb lyrics

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