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[Intro]
You was on bullsh*t
I was—I was f*ckin' with you and you was on bullsh*t
You actin' like a n*gga wasn't gon' be up
Now a n*gga up and you tryna f*ck
And I ain't even tryna get down
Ah, ah, ha-ha-ha
Now you want
Huh, huh, huh, huh, now you want
Huh, huh, huh, huh, now you want (Huh)
You ain't want me back then, huh, now you on me
Huh, huh, huh, now you on me
Huh, huh, huh, huh, now you on me
Now you on me

[Verse 1]
Blicked up, yeah, I keep me a stick
Blicked up, yeah, I keep me a stick
When I walk through that b*tch, yeah, I keep me a stick
Yeah, I walk through that b*tch and I'm blicked up
I just walked in that b*tch and I got a AP on my wrist, it's not an Invicta
Can't bang-bang with my gang-gang, you get cropped out the picture

[Chorus]
Woah, woah, my life still loadin'
I been gettin' money, these n*ggas been trolling
I ain't had no jewelry, now my neck and wrist frozen
I ain't had no social media, now see me when I'm scrollin'
[Verse 2]
Oh sh*t, I came from the mud
Now I'm out in Cali, shoutout to my Blood
It is what it is, yeah, it was what it was
I been f*ckin' this b*tch for years, we got a strong connection
Went from commercial to first class, now I'm jumpin' off a jet
Everytime I move, they gotta cut me a check
Everytime she pull up, she droppin' off that neck
Can't tell you the whole story, 'cause you already know the rest

[Chorus]
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t, my life still loading
I can't sugarcoat it, I been having cheese so long, this sh*t done molded
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t, I think that I'm chosen
These n*ggas be hatin', Mister Moseby
Me and my team tryna win a trophy

[Verse 3]
Chanel, Prada, she want designer things
Masked up, I'ma rob sum' in my Robin Jeans
Pass up on the broad fast, yeah, I'm mean
Bald head, fat pus*y, that's how I like it, keep it clean
Woah, woah
I dropped out of school
Jumped in his b*tch, I dove right in her pool
I don't owe you no loyalty, we not cool
[Chorus]
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t, my life still loading
Why you still trollin'? This .40 gon' turn a n*gga to a whole b*tch

[Verse 4]
Smoke swisher sweets, grabba leaf, yeah, now it's paper
If she a bop, then all she get is c*ck, I cannot save ya
Ain't gon' pass you to the gang, I'ma f*ck with you later
I been off it and I'ma stay there

[Chorus]
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t, my life still loading
I been solo, yeah, workin' on my dolie