Fully Loaded lyrics

[Intro]
(HitMakerRon)
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)

[Chorus]
Ten thou' ammunition (Nothin' but choppers), 'nother fifty up on pendants
Opposition gettin' pinned, every time we catch 'em, we puttin' them n*ggas in the bushes (f*ck The Opps Crazy, bushes)
Runnin' with certified smackers, ain't none of 'em rookies, ask about 'em, ain't no question
Still active, they ain't dusty
Still spinnin', ain't nothin' rusty
n*gga pay that drill, it gon' get ugly (It gon' get ugly)
Finna take my n*ggas, I'ma stun 'em
We bleed this sh*t from the concrete (Blood)
Killin' opps like they zombies
Used to killin', we don't vomit (Used to this sh*t)
Percs and drank to the stomach
Fingers cuttin' 'cause the money
Beef, put it in a lock
The last count, so it's saved (Load it up, b*tch)
Everything low, we finesse
Crook move go through C (Crook move)
b*tch-ass n*gga, f*ck (Ho-ass n*gga)

[Verse]
Mention me, become a bucket
n*gga, my hands get bloody
Face on the news or somethin' (Face on the news or somethin')
Smack Drac', make somethin' snooze or somethin'
Set a driver, put it in cruise or somethin' (Slow down)
Come here, boy
Hawk Down Gang, WG or somethin' (Walk down gang)
Three n*ggas, that's a ten apiece
It's a thirty if he dissin' me (Dissin' Crook)
f*ckin' rookies
.223 kill a n*gga, you ain't bully (Goofball)
Who you pressin'?
Ho play, get picked off, you ain't ready (Press 'em up, press 'em up)
f*ck n*gga, I got static for n*ggas who thinkin' they up, comin' active (He a low ball)
You bulletproof-shake-ass n*gga, you ain't out here smackin' (You duckin' this smoke, n*gga)
Middleman-runner-ass n*gga, got nothin' in that duffel (Runner)
My n*gga hop out in all-black (Come here), runnin' with jumpers (Let me get that)
Just a husher, smush his ass in bushes (Get 'em)
In a picture with an opp, you get hooked (Drop him off)
di*k-licker in your picture (I knocked her ass out), n*gga, you trip 'bout a hitter, goofball (She sucked the whole team)
[Chorus]
Ten thou' ammunition (Nothin' but choppers), 'nother fifty up on pendants
Opposition gettin' pinned, every time we catch 'em, we puttin' them n*ggas in the bushes (f*ck The Opps Crazy, bushes)
Runnin' with certified smackers, ain't none of 'em rookies, ask about 'em, ain't no question
Still active, they ain't dusty
Still spinnin', ain't nothin' rusty
n*gga pay that drill, it gon' get ugly (It gon' get ugly)
Finna take my n*ggas, I'ma stun 'em
We bleed this sh*t from the concrete (Blood)
Killin' opps like they zombies
Used to killin', we don't vomit (Used to this sh*t)
Percs and drank to the stomach
Fingers cuttin' 'cause the money
Beef, put it in a lock
The last count, so it's saved (Load it up, b*tch)
Everything low, we finesse
Crook move go through C (Crook move)
b*tch-ass n*gga, f*ck (Ho-ass n*gga)