Come see the pack under the bright lights
Could put ya head in ya lap for the right price
Feed em slugs or the buckshots
While we steady weighing work like them truckstops
A hundred grand for them grams that we haulin around
He did too shitty in the majors so they callin em down
And we ain't skimpy with the pickups gimme all of them pounds
To flood the map cause it's drought in all of these towns
And we been runnin it on the east side
Collectin Debts cuz ain't nothin here a free ride
Seaside with a bad bitch ass thick
Shootin pistols like I'm Mel Gibson in Maverick
Put it to ya dome n tell you run the stash quick
The money weed jewels I'm lookin for a hat trick
You boys live under a rock like Patrick
We take the pounds make em breakdown like tantric
And we loaded up
Yeah we loaded up
And we loaded up
Yeah we loaded up
Yeah we loaded
Grabbed the weed and rolled it
Fuck the pump fake better shoot it if you hold it
Trigger finger itchin and they know I had to scratch
Sold 50 in a week and had to cook another batch
Better bring a bow if you wanna match
G bags with the Mystic Plug patch
To the money ima latch
They want my soul I knew there had to be a catch
And fuck this industry
And all those who wanna finish me
Cause I ain't never ending like a tool intro
And we got the whole game sewed up like a new thimble
At the party play the back n let my bitch mingle
I fly around with the sack like I'm Kris Kringle
I had to cover every base
Heard some people yellin stop I blow that blunt right in their face
Man we loaded up
Yeah we loaded up
Man we loaded up
Yeah we loaded up
And we been loaded
And we been loaded
And we been loaded
We been loaded