Charisma 808 - Loaded lyrics

[Verse 1: J Real] I done told y'all n***as, now I gotta show y'all n***as How I'm bout when I pose on n***as Back in the day we done stole on n***as Shorty got a forty and unload on n***as Hop in the foreign and get ghost on n***as Police interrogate, I don't know nothing n***a Want beef with me, better smoke some n***a I'm a shoot em with a shooter when I roll up n***a (yea) These n***as is tweaking if they think this sh** is a game f** all of this fame, I'ma find out where you stay Kick in the door to your place, put this gun to your face And its over with after that Bang Bang Bang [Verse 2: No Fatigue] Please don't get in my way with no interference Don't get out yo body just like a spirit Mac up to his chest, yea I'm bout to clear em She go below like she bout to spear him Slide in them DM's just like Yo Gotti These hoes go fast just like Bugatti Like a taste test these hoes wanna try me I Stay in first so they can't go by me Give me top, feel like a cap and gown Don't f** with n***as just like a Nazi And i'm No Fatigue go follow my IG Ben Franklin always somewhere that's by me Watch I get big like The Great Khali Young but I'm just great call me Ali My flow is so cold, and it's not lowkey I'm FGE and b**hes know me [Verse 3: Talley of 300] No solution and I been a problem Ever since [?] the lockers Been a little n***a all of my life But I will get big to Goliath Juggin at 16 till they robbed him That just turned me to a monster But still I will go, even with no pole,[?] I was airing sh** out like a clothesline Everyone walk on their toes now [?], Then they get ghost They know I keep trumpets and blow mine But now my mind is a gold mine I'm dropping hits right now writing no lines I get 3k for the flow now These b**hes all on my pole now [Verse 4: Don D] Big guns I ain't playing with nobody n***a cross the line put some holes in his body All that tough talk you doing, you ain't scaring nobody Got some n***as come and see you, and I put it on shotty Hold on, now a n***a mad cuz he was sneak dissing He was all in the gra**, talking down bout the gas Tryna finesse him out a bag, now you still on the block looking broke looking bad You a p**y n***a, you ain't hitting no sh** Could bring the green gone and I'm still with the sh**s Slide down on yo block everybody getting hit [?] bullets, with the red hollow tips n***as call my phone like "Don what's the deal?" You goofy a** n***a man it is what it is (FGE sh** n***a) It is what it is, you p**y a** n***a it is what it is [Verse 5: $avage] I ain't come to k** you, but any ill moves and that's what i will do Cuz n***as get wet up over the green, and left on the scene like some mildew And yea I was trapping before I was rapping I had them packs and I still do And I got Glocks and you will get shot and put in a box like you k** moves I'm ready If you n***as thinking you ready just say the word it's going down p**y try me get blown down I was broke but I get dough now So Tony told me keep the pole I wasn't going in you know I can't go now If he home we kick the door down Get to blowing them n***as gone now [Verse 6: Montana of 300] I be flyer than a kite b**h I be sharper than an ice pick Put in work when it's dark out, me and nina like to work the night shift Looking for them pussies like a dike b**h 30 shots sit in my clip When I squeeze that tool like vice grip Bullets get to flicking like a light switch Now you n***as know it's not a game now Had to show them n***as how that thing sound Slid on him like James Brown, then i blew his motherf**ing brains out Its FGE b**h we fly you ain't, you watch me get paid Boy that's why you ain't Got gang with me up inside a tank, and I'm s**er free like inside a bank (Bow)