Straight In Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
(Gang, gang)
Do you want smoke?
Yeah (Loaded done did it again, what?)
Yeah (Loaded done did it again, gang)
Yeah (Loaded done did it again, what?)
(Loaded done did it again, gang)
We want all the smoke

[Verse]
Ayy, Loaded why you flexin'? (What?)
I'm livin' in the moment n*gga (Gang)
Smokin' hella gas (Yeah), the aroma hella potent, n*gga (What?)
Sippin' hella ackey (What?), I'm pourin' hella potion n*gga (Yeah)
X's got me trippin', rollin' so watch how you approach me n*gga (Brrr, bow)
Let this n*gga touch me (What?), his life gon' be so over n*gga (Yeah)
I ain't cut his yard but I'm in a f*ck with a blow a n*gga (Lil' b*tch)
Even when I was small, my family knew I was goated, n*gga (I'm that now)
Broke down on the block and I still knеw I was chosen n*gga (b*tch)
Gave my dawg my words, so f*ck it, it ain't no foldin', n*gga
Instead of stackin' up, thеy thought that I was Pringles
That n*gga gang bangin', watch how he twist his fingers
He dropped the wrong thing, I'ma up it, ain't no speakin' (Lil' b*tch)
Hit 'em with that Blicky, I'ma spark it ain't no reachin'
Whole gang gettin' guap, we all up, ain't no leechin'
If my dawg fall off, grab a plate we all eatin' (We all eatin')
If my dawg down bad, I toss my boy a brick
I knew we finna' a go to war, so I threw my boy a stick
Big ass Drac' with a drum for a clip
A cinnamon bun hangin' off a n*gga hip (What?)
Baggy ass pants and I'm walkin' with a limp
If I see a opp walkin', I'ma pop him then dip (Grrah)
Slangin' Drac's broadday, if a n*gga playin' still (b*tch)
You ain't steppin' like you say, boy, that ain't how you built (Cap)
n*gga, talkin' out your neck, still a get a n*gga killed (What?)
I got some allies bangin' Blood, they know I'm bangin' Crip
Twist your fingers in my face, guaranteed he get a clip
Got a Glocky .23 with a customized grip
That automatic .223, hit that n*gga in the clit
So, Loaded what you banging? n*gga, what you saying? (Lil' b*tch)
f*ck n*gga, I ain't playin', hit that n*gga in his head (Go get him)
Theses diamonds on me dancin', they been knew I was banded
Lil Loaded was a bandit, found a beat and then I ran it (Go get it)
Rap wasn't the plan but I been knew I was destined
Waitin' on my songs like they got a loaded fetish
Street n*gga Al Capone, I might learn to speak some Spanish
Work smarter, not harder learned that sh*t from my granny
Best lesson from my brother, grab that Blicky, boy, don't panic (Don't panic)
I been eatin' on these beasts like I ran out of candy (What?)
Got the Glocky and the Gucci, tomorrow it's the Fendi
I'm fresh to death n*gga, b*tches say I'm lookin' minty (Fresh)
I'ma give this sh*t my all, I put that sh*t on Minni
I'ma see a hundred million, give half of it to Nicki
Take the other fifty, flip it, invest it for my children
Use the rest that's left over, find a cure for some sickness
If a f*ck n*gga hatin', I'm too real, you can't mix it
Right, you pressin' on my post but when I kill 'em, say, "I'm trippin'"
On the gang, I'ma right smack her, if the streets talk then listen
Ballin' hard in the paint, bad boys, we the Pistons (Pistons)