Fully Loaded

[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 niggas in the bushes (Fuck 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
Nigga pay that drill, it gon' get ugly (It gon' get ugly)
Finna take my niggas, I'ma stun 'em
We bleed this shit from the concrete (Blood)
Killin' opps like they zombies
Used to killin', we don't vomit (Used to this shit)
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, bitch)
Everything low, we finesse
Crook move go through C (Crook move)
Bitch-ass nigga, fuck (Ho-ass nigga)

[Verse]
Mention me, become a bucket
Nigga, 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 niggas, that's a ten apiece
It's a thirty if he dissin' me (Dissin' Crook)
Fuckin' rookies
.223 kill a nigga, you ain't bully (Goofball)
Who you pressin'?
Ho play, get picked off, you ain't ready (Press 'em up, press 'em up)
Fuck nigga, I got static for niggas who thinkin' they up, comin' active (He a low ball)
You bulletproof-shake-ass nigga, you ain't out here smackin' (You duckin' this smoke, nigga)
Middleman-runner-ass nigga, got nothin' in that duffel (Runner)
My nigga 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)
Dick-licker in your picture (I knocked her ass out), nigga, 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 niggas in the bushes (Fuck 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
Nigga pay that drill, it gon' get ugly (It gon' get ugly)
Finna take my niggas, I'ma stun 'em
We bleed this shit from the concrete (Blood)
Killin' opps like they zombies
Used to killin', we don't vomit (Used to this shit)
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, bitch)
Everything low, we finesse
Crook move go through C (Crook move)
Bitch-ass nigga, fuck (Ho-ass nigga)