Load ‘Em Up

[Intro: Big Hit]
Sick my young wolves on you niggas
Babystone Gorillas
Big Hit, bitch

[Verse 1: P4K]
Blood don't make us no closer
Pull a skit, nigga
Johnny's got up on us, did the dash
Cause I got 4 nickels
Still spinning laps around the blade sending hoe bitches
Anything they ask me in that station, I don't know, nigga
How I catch you in the shopping mall without your pole
It's like a dawn without the rolls
Or a K without the bullets
Time tickin' hella fast, issa hundred and it's fully
It's a Glock
And the switch made it a mop

[Verse 2: Ekilla]
Just hit a sucka nigga sister
I'm just trying to get the drop
He wonder why he always see me
She keep blowing off my sock
Finna get into it with 'em
I ain't blowing up my spot
Ain't dealing with no rookie nigga
Boy, I'm in to spin the block
It ain't no fun if I can't hop out on my feet and hit this top
I'm on the run, I ain't going back to sleep on no cot
That's on my son if they get me, I ain't spеaking to no cop
Disrespectful young nigga, they gonе leave me in the box

[Verse 3: Big Hit]
I show up and show out, shoot out in the showdown
Sh't be so shady, shake niggas and these hoes down
I ain't trying to fight, a nigga 'bout to die tonight
I live a real rider life, I ain't lying on the mic
You niggas in the rat race, moving at a rat pace
Beed you in that rat tank, tryna hide your rat face
Bake your ass a rat cake, fill your ass with rat bait
Fuck what a rat thank, sniff you out- rats stank
Pull up on a nigga like some monkey bars
Chip a nigga off like some chunks of hard
Warning, no warning shots
In the pen or on the cot
It's different in these streets, nothing bigger than the B

[Chorus: Big Hit]
Grab that chop, load it up
Spin the block, load 'em up
Pull off in the Lotus truck
Doing donuts, middle finger up
Grab that chop, load it up
Spin the block, load 'em up
Pull off in the Lotus truck
Blow clouds out the window and chunk it up (Whoop)