RJ Lamont - Loaded Up (feat. BabyTron, Skilla Baby) lyrics

RJ rJ always tripping, man
RJ always tripping, man
Aye, aye, aye, ShittyBoyz

Off the Runtz, grabbing Ksubis
I'm at Saks cooked
Fraud God, I made eighty off this MacBook
Oh, the slides ain't hitting?
How the jacks look? Doing fraud
See more numbers than a math book
Lil' blasian bitch pussy just
Like Fiji Water
Stiff-arming hoes, touchdown like Tiki Barber
Why you talking 'bout them Scats?
You ain't seen a Charger bIN fire, boy
This slide gon' ping regardless
Blessed with the gift, I got the X Factor
Made yo bitch rub my feet, we had sex after
Bro doing wrist work till the shatter
Just made twenty off of Chase
I'm a check master

Got kicked out of high school
Ain't have a prom date
Bro was Tiki, I was picking shit like Ronde
I got a girl to my junkie like a blind date
I'm five 'Woods in
I'm high as the crime rate
Bitches love when I'm on stage
Chains dancing teeth fucked up
Don't matter 'cause I'm handsome
I done hit shit from out of
Life got better, bitch got badder

Got a dub on me, bitch, I'm only nineteen
I'm sick of bitches always asking
Can I swipe these
Yeah, I might buy the if the price cheap
You gon' catch every single
Bullet tryna fight me i mean, shit
I hope that you can punch bullets
White boy shooting shit
Feel like Chris Mullin
Caught a splinter from the K, man
This bitch wooden
All that money in her bank? yeah
I been took it
At the mall again, I'm a Dior fiend
Texting Shane at Saks, told him to Dior me
And to the opps, LOL, can you score please?
In the jungle, feel like Simba
I was born king

I cheated every test in high school
I cannot fake it
Now the bad bitches tryna look at my paper
Broke, stack it high like a skyscraper
Perc' 10s make a nigga morph
Like a Power Ranger
I'm loaded up, huh, took a
Nap, tryna sober up, huh
I see the state, boy, it's posted up, huh
I'm in the Hellcat eating my huh
I'm getting high
Should've brought a new lung with me
Tryna ball? Niggas think Mac McClung with me
I don't argue at all, we'll pummel niggas
You know I be with all
Apes, it's the jungle, nigga

Both pockets got ten, double double with me
I got Stan and Dee, double trouble with me
Just left Sam's Club, that's another giffy
I was born with this shit, double hustle
Sent a rocket out the thunder
I got Russell with me
I don't give a fuck unless you
Got a fuck to give me
I'm elevated, slam dunk
You not jumping with me hustle DNA, boy
I swear that shit pumping in me

In rush hour
Riding with the Chris Tucker with me
And these Chinese fees
That's the hustle in me
Skilla chewing like gum
Who gon' bubble with me?
Talking to me nice
Save that for them other niggas
The hitman lowkey but
Highkey'll drop something
As-salamu alaykum, have run up something
You a dead man
Have a dreadhead mop something
Young nigga wanna sell dope
So he copped something