Loaded lyrics

[Intro]
(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)

[Chorus]
Too much lean, now my stomach bloated
I ride wit' the blicky and you know it's loaded
Smoke a opp like a Backwood, I can't even roll it
Saying you got racks but you can't show it
Can't waste my time on hoes
She gon' let me f*ck, I'm famous, that's just how it goes
Hit her one time, now she callin' for some more

[Verse]
Put some money on your head and have my n*ggas at your door
Like Jehova's Witness
n*ggas turn to six, now I tell 'em, "Stop snitching"
Off these Percocets, got a n*gga itching
Have my slimes sweep your block, n*gga, we don't do no dissing
Drop a dime b*tch off, she sucked my di*k, she trying to kiss it
I feel like Thugger Thugger, I done ran up them digits
My money tall as f*ck, your sh*t's shorter than a midget
These n*ggas act like groupies now 'cause I don't wanna kick it
No, I'm not a capper, aim these sticks at your fitted
Cut a b*tch off, like a addict
She text my phone, she mad 'cause I only read it
Hit her one time then you know I dead it
You know you ain't got no racks, b*tch, and no credit