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[Loso Loaded]
Yeah, yeah, he can't afford what I rock (Oh yeah)
This shit I'm rockin' exclusive, lil nigga
No location, my bitch got the drop
I was just broke and just sleeping on floors
Now I'm loaded all up at the top (Yeah)
I see these lil niggas plotting and hating
I swear I can never be stopped (Oh no)
I swear I'm straight on Gucci, [?]
I got my street ambition from my pops
I was just dead broke in the Yo
And I was just dead broke on the block
Living like Call of Duty: Black Ops
You tryna wash the pain, drink wop
I swear I'll never change, get guap
Free all my woadies chained in the box

Yeah, woah-woah, yeah, woah-Loso

[Loso Loaded]
I'ma go get me some money (Some money, yeah)
Get this shit Monday through Sunday (Yeah)
Blake Griffin, I got this mufucka jumpin'
I came out this mufucka runnin' (Know it)
Nigga play with me or one of my woadies it's gon be a [?]
I want the back end, lil nigga (Back end)
I was just broke, they was calling me Trigga
Now I got them racks in, nigga (Racks)
Nine on my neck, lil bitch count up them figures
I'm tryna snatch her heart and take her soul out (Snatch it out)
My buddy from the south be whipping that pole out (Yeah)
I got problems they don't know about

I was at Rock house on a blow out (Yeah, yeah, watch out)
Hop out that motherfucker looking like it
I got this baby with me and she ratchet
Ballin' hard, Loso, he got arthritis
A broke bitch'll break an eagle to a dummy
New baby daddy, he ain't getting money
I seen the niggas flood a cold case away
Turkey sandwich, he a zombie
Track hawk running, nigga, and I do the dash
Living life reckless, nigga, hope I never crash
Bringing back my old flow, I might need a mask
Uncle Buck's Garden, I ain't smoking gas
I smoke exotic or lettuce (Exotic)
He wanted beef then he dead it (What happen?)
Lil bitch not choking, she ready (No choking)
Hit in between that's for getting on daddy
I heard 'bout Victoria's Secret

I head up to Neiman's then Gucci her panties (Gucci)
I'm a lil fly motherfucker (Fly as fuck)
I pop me a perc and take off like Aladdin (Take off, yeah)

[Loso Loaded]
He can't afford what I rock (Oh yeah)
This shit I'm rockin' exclusive, lil nigga
No location, my bitch got the drop
I was just broke and just sleeping on floors
Now I'm loaded all up at the top (Yeah)
I see these lil niggas plotting and hating
I swear I can never be stopped (Oh no)
I swear I'm straight on Gucci, [?]
I got my street ambition from my pops
I was just dead broke in the Yo
And I was just dead broke on the block

Living like Call of Duty: Black Ops
You tryna wash the pain, drink wop
I swear I'll never change, get guap
Free all my woadies chained in the box

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