Uncle Buck Garden lyrics

[Chorus: Loso Loaded]
Yeah, yeah, he can't afford what I rock (Oh yeah)
This sh*t I'm rockin' exclusive, lil n*gga
No location, my b*tch got the drop
I was just broke and just sleeping on floors
Now I'm loaded all up at the top (Yeah)
I see these lil n*ggas plotting and hating
I swear I can never be stopped (Oh no)
I swear I'm straight on Gucci, [?]
I got my street ambition from my pops
I was just dead broke in the Yo
And I was just dead broke on the block
Living like Call of Duty: Black Ops
You tryna wash the pain, drink wop
I swear I'll never change, get guap
Free all my woadies chained in the box
Yeah, woah-woah, yeah, woah-Loso

[Verse: Loso Loaded]
I'ma go get me some money (Some money, yeah)
Get this sh*t Monday through Sunday (Yeah)
Blake Griffin, I got this muf*cka jumpin'
I came out this muf*cka runnin' (Know it)
n*gga play with me or one of my woadies it's gon be a [?]
I want the back end, lil n*gga (Back end)
I was just broke, they was calling me Trigga
Now I got them racks in, n*gga (Racks)
Nine on my neck, lil b*tch count up them figures
I'm tryna snatch her heart and take her soul out (Snatch it out)
My buddy from the south be whipping that pole out (Yeah)
I got problems they don't know about
I was at Rock house on a blow out (Yeah, yeah, watch out)
Hop out that motherf*cker looking like it
I got this baby with me and she ratchet
Ballin' hard, Loso, he got arthritis
A broke b*tch'll break an eagle to a dummy
New baby daddy, he ain't getting money
I seen the n*ggas flood a cold case away
Turkey sandwich, he a zombie
Track hawk running, n*gga, and I do the dash
Living life reckless, n*gga, hope I never crash
Bringing back my old flow, I might need a mask
Uncle Buck's Garden, I ain't smoking gas
I smoke exotic or lettuce (Exotic)
He wanted beef then he dead it (What happen?)
Lil b*tch not choking, she ready (No choking)
Hit in between that's for getting on daddy
I heard 'bout Victoria's Secret
I head up to Neiman's then Gucci her panties (Gucci)
I'm a lil fly motherf*cker (Fly as f*ck)
I pop me a perc and take off like Aladdin (Take off, yeah)
[Chorus: Loso Loaded]
He can't afford what I rock (Oh yeah)
This sh*t I'm rockin' exclusive, lil n*gga
No location, my b*tch got the drop
I was just broke and just sleeping on floors
Now I'm loaded all up at the top (Yeah)
I see these lil n*ggas plotting and hating
I swear I can never be stopped (Oh no)
I swear I'm straight on Gucci, [?]
I got my street ambition from my pops
I was just dead broke in the Yo
And I was just dead broke on the block
Living like Call of Duty: Black Ops
You tryna wash the pain, drink wop
I swear I'll never change, get guap
Free all my woadies chained in the box