Get Active Freestyle lyrics

[Chorus]
Say you wanna be loaded gang
n*gga welcome to death row
I still got n*ggas in the trenches selling dog like Petco
These hoes be f*cking wit the opps so they won't never get my lo
Old boy was dissing on my brother, chopper made his head swole
b*tch go slide bout yo cousin
Ha, go slide bout yo bro
Remember hoes was laughing at me
Do my dance on all them hoes
That lil b*tch told you that she love you
But she still ain't drop the lo
Remember me that T-Shirt king
Yeah, im the one that dropped ya bro

[Verse]
We out here lurking, heard them pus*y n*ggas at a funeral
We gone spin through all the churches
Smoking dope out bible verses
You say it's problems with that gang, but Loaded G we solved them first
n*gga talkin bout bodies in them songs, I want the n*ggas that got one first
He couldn't spot me, got him first
Choppa Chop him that b*tch twerk
First we had popped him like a perk
Now he in my wood, got put in the dirt
Say go get active bout yo partner, go get active bout yo brother n*gga
I can't even trust my chopper think it's gay cause that b*tch f*ck wit n*ggas
[Chorus]
Say you wanna be loaded gang
n*gga welcome to death row
I still got n*ggas in the trenches selling dog like Petco
These hoes be f*cking wit the opps so they won't never get my lo
Old boy was dissing on my brother, chopper made his head swole
b*tch go slide bout yo cousin
Ha, go slide bout yo bro
Remember hoes was laughing at me
Do my dance on all them hoes
That lil b*tch told you that she love you
But she still ain't drop the lo
Remember me that T-Shirt king
Yeah, im the one that dropped ya bro

[Verse 2]
We pull up [?], lay yo ass down at the store
You would think we was kids with a shiesty on, we pull up try to snatch ya soul
It ain't no Mortal Kombat n*gga
Come here while you running n*gga
He tryna run away from glizzy, Hollow tips kept coming n*gga
If you got ya gun don't fumble n*gga
Get hit in ya head, ya stomach n*gga
A demon whispered in my ear say "Lil Spaz keep on stomping n*ggas"
I Got a Frrrrt in my reach b*tch we too far for jumping n*ggas
Choppa chop him pump the n*gga
We got up close and stomped the n*gga
[Outro]
Say you wanna be loaded gang
n*gga welcome to death row
I still got n*ggas in the trenches selling dog like Petco
These hoes be f*cking wit the opps so they won't never get my lo
Old boy was dissing on my brother, chopper made his head swole
b*tch go slide bout yo cousin
Ha, go slide bout yo bro
Remember hoes was laughing at me
Do my dance on all them hoes
That lil b*tch told you that she love you
But she still ain't drop the lo
Remember me that T-Shirt king
Yeah, im the one that dropped ya bro