Loaded lyrics

[Intro: MTFR]
Eldr
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: MTFR]
Peel the skirt above the pus*y
Let that b*tch know I ain't a rookie and I came with the sh*ts
One-hand bandit, I'm fingering a clit
Gold in my mouth, gold wrapper for my di*k
These hoes make me sick and these f*ck n*ggas too
I done said it ain't sh*t, what the f*ck you gon' do?
954 with my veins Four Loko for the pain
And I keep that curse word in my name
I done told you n*ggas, goddamnit, I done told you n*ggas
I got so much to say
They never should've gave a n*gga like me money
I got Sour Patch Kids for days and f*ck a wave
I'm the perfect storm for this rap sh*t
Gold House the faction and y'all can't put me in a lane
I do what the f*ck I want, when I want
And still make time to chop down you lames

[Chorus: Fukkit & MTFR]
Said I done told you n*gga
Ayy, said I done told you n*ggas
Lotta f*ck n*ggas near me, I done told you n*ggas
And y'all tryna be with us but my circle tight enough
I gotta keep it way it is 'cause none of us is rollin' with ya
Ayy, I told you n*ggas, I'm a loaded n*gga
I just need a [?] because I'm loaded, n*gga
No games with ya pus*y n*ggas, don't go overlookin' it
Could send a smile at your b*tch, she prolly over lookin', n*gga (Ayy, look, ayy)
[Verse 2: Fukkit]
I said I'm rollin' with that skrilla
Got that pack on four figures
n*gga, all y'all softer than a pillow pet
I'll prolly kill you n*ggas
Swisher full of killin', n*gga
I been drillin', n*gga
Runnin' laps, see me run that .44 [?]
b*tch n*gga, you was never with it, and that's genuine
Shotty to the temple, man, that temple [?] with 'em
I was back like [?] with 'em
[?] if I bang with 'em
President status, sniffin' on that John McCain, n*gga, yah

[Chorus: Fukkit]
Ayy, said I done told you n*ggas
Lotta f*ck n*ggas near me, I done told you n*ggas
And y'all tryna be with us but my circle tight enough
I gotta keep it way it is 'cause none of us is rollin' with ya
Ayy, I told you n*ggas, I'm a loaded n*gga
I just need a [?] because I'm loaded, n*gga
No games with ya pus*y n*ggas, don't go overlookin' it
Could send a smile at your b*tch, she prolly over lookin', n*gga (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Fukkit & MTFR]
I been sick with it, shoving sticks in my mouth so I'm faded
Highly sedated, and lately, been well-enabled
To cut and stitch up a sentence
Lotta other n*ggas act pretentious, stop pretending
I'm a f*ckin' living legend
Not to mention that I'm lyrical
n*gga talkin' sh*t, I know they trippin'
But I wet 'em, leave 'em floatin' like a swimming pool
Back up in this rap sh*t, backin' up my tactics
Tackling fishy n*ggas, bait and tackle for you catfish (Ayy)
[Verse 4: MTFR]
Hook, line, sinker, big thinker, bigger di*k
If you ain't gon' take my word, check the picture from your b*tch
I been in and out of lobbies, stickin' mamis like a hobby
Got so many bodies on me 'cause I R.I.P. the pus*y
R.I.P. the rookies, R.I.P. to those who overlook me
Rest in peace you piece of sh*t, this n*gga though he could've shook me
Quit, put me, lock me in the penn, lock me up, I'm full of sin
But you could never ever cage the beast I am within

[Chorus: MTFR]
Ayy, ayy, said I done told you n*ggas
Lotta f*ck n*ggas near me, I done told you n*ggas
And y'all tryna be with us but my circle tight enough
I gotta keep it way it is 'cause none of us is rollin' with ya, ayy