"FULLY LOADED" lyrics
Trippie Redd, Future & Lil Baby Lyrics
Austin, what it is I want is your blood
Fully loaded
(Loesoe going crazy)
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded chopper, yeah, that bitch'll leave a stain
Got a fully loaded chopper and the bullets say your name
On that fuck shit, all the opps that I overcame
Know we bust shit, fully loaded, hit 'em in the brain
On that tough shit, end your ass and put you in the grave
Mask up, bitch, and we turnt like we at a rave
All black whip, all black fit, Bruce Wayne
OFF-WHITE on my bitch and my Richard Mille plain
Oh shit, they say we insane (Shit)
Oh shit, they one in the same (Shit)
Oh shit, look at how far we came (Bop)
Oh shit, fully loaded clip (Brrt)
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
If I ain't had shit, I still could fuck bad bitches
It's what it sound like, Ferrari comin' through the trenches
Where that Hellcat? Where that 'Hawk? Where that Demon at?
If I'm out of there, leavin' blood where the scene at
Young millionaires with some goons and they fiendin'
Poppin' up, poppin' up, Cubans on Fiji
Rack 'em up, stack 'em up, hit 'em up, squeeze it
Went berserk, went to work, sent a nigga to Jesus
If you ain't gang-gang, you can't hang and I mean it
Ain't no way in the hell we goin' anywhere without a cutter (Cutter)
Puttin' that on my, uh, and I'm live from the gutter (Gutter)
Posted up with shooters, treatin' 'em like twin brothers (Pluto)
Fully loaded (Pluto), fully loaded (Pluto)
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded clip, fully loaded clip
Just got off the plane, we finna take a trip
Middle fingers up, middle fingers up
Me and drugs got a relationship
I done took too much, I think the walls tryna move
Middle of St. Barts, I'm on the yacht, it look like a cruise ship
Middle of the projects, got a chop', look like a pool stick
They was actin' stop me on the sideline, they ain't doin' shit
I'm just tryna vibe here, go to night when that shroom hit
Why you tellin' lies? You know that you a bitch
Mm, mm, she want another piece
Ooh, ooh, she want another piece
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded
(Loesoe going crazy)
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded chopper, yeah, that bitch'll leave a stain
Got a fully loaded chopper and the bullets say your name
On that fuck shit, all the opps that I overcame
Know we bust shit, fully loaded, hit 'em in the brain
On that tough shit, end your ass and put you in the grave
Mask up, bitch, and we turnt like we at a rave
All black whip, all black fit, Bruce Wayne
OFF-WHITE on my bitch and my Richard Mille plain
Oh shit, they say we insane (Shit)
Oh shit, they one in the same (Shit)
Oh shit, look at how far we came (Bop)
Oh shit, fully loaded clip (Brrt)
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
If I ain't had shit, I still could fuck bad bitches
It's what it sound like, Ferrari comin' through the trenches
Where that Hellcat? Where that 'Hawk? Where that Demon at?
If I'm out of there, leavin' blood where the scene at
Young millionaires with some goons and they fiendin'
Poppin' up, poppin' up, Cubans on Fiji
Rack 'em up, stack 'em up, hit 'em up, squeeze it
Went berserk, went to work, sent a nigga to Jesus
If you ain't gang-gang, you can't hang and I mean it
Ain't no way in the hell we goin' anywhere without a cutter (Cutter)
Puttin' that on my, uh, and I'm live from the gutter (Gutter)
Posted up with shooters, treatin' 'em like twin brothers (Pluto)
Fully loaded (Pluto), fully loaded (Pluto)
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded clip, fully loaded clip
Just got off the plane, we finna take a trip
Middle fingers up, middle fingers up
Me and drugs got a relationship
I done took too much, I think the walls tryna move
Middle of St. Barts, I'm on the yacht, it look like a cruise ship
Middle of the projects, got a chop', look like a pool stick
They was actin' stop me on the sideline, they ain't doin' shit
I'm just tryna vibe here, go to night when that shroom hit
Why you tellin' lies? You know that you a bitch
Mm, mm, she want another piece
Ooh, ooh, she want another piece
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Dominique Jones, Igor Mamet, Peter Jideonwo, Cas Van Der Heijden, Michael Lamar White Ii, Hunter Roberts
