We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes
Locking the nine, load it up, dissing bitch crews,
And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load
Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed
Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck
Black on black lock n load blood for blood
Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job
My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,
Since i was left with no hope
After i load the boat,
I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,
We have so much in common, starting at the feet
They say that i never cease to amaze
Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace
Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters
I'd never sell crack in the ghetto and don't load chambers,
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