Gold Medal Music - Loads (feat. Veno Da Don & Profit)

I’m from the land of the snakes
No face no case
Wanna talk to the man gotta wait
Cuz you know my name hold weight, okay
Cut her off she don’t stay in her place
She a freak let me draw on her face
She like “Veno I like how you taste”
Eat it up it’s a 5-star plate
All gas no brakes yeah I be on the go
You was talking on the gram now we at ya door
And your bitch ain’t loyal Ima see bout ya hoe
I ain’t looking at tags spent a G at the store
My nigga's in the Nap all throw up the foes
Keep soldiers around me they G. I. Joes
Forever five hunnit bitch come get a load
My nigga's they solid yeah we never fold aye
Got money got clothes got hoes
Got money got clothes got hoes
Got money got clothes got hoes
Thigh pads in my jeans yeah I keep me a roll
Drip by the ton I be rocking my own
All these nigga's they copy they looking like clones
Beat the block like I’m Rocky Sylvester Stallone
I stepped in the party I’m wilding
I’m out at IU
And I’m off of that jungle juice
So many bitches made pallets
They said we promoting the violence
I said that I like to get jiggy with it
Half the time I’m to busy to fuck with bitches
Nigga's acting like bitches
I tote that pistol
Got this bitch I might blow the whistle
Like a ref with the tech and the stripes
Ima freak by the end of the night
He don’t want to loose his life for this chain
Talking shit nigga to make you a name
I’m talking shit to yo bitch screaming my name
Aye
I bust that shit out the frame
You get the picture nigga
Stay in yo lane
I’m heating up and I ain’t need no propane
I’m out of ya range
Done fucked up ya aim
I came with the gang
We hard to be tamed
I sparked up a flame
Ain’t in it for fame
Take shit by the grain
Guess they thought I was playin
Yeah bitch I’m the truth
Don’t know what I’m saying
I calling the troops
We came with a plan
And I barley hoop but the ball in my hand
I’m living proof of a black man
Turning nothing to something from trash cans
I was down bad that was back then
In the back of the Benz counting back ends
I’m addicted to money and fashion
Put this dick in her tummy while trappin
Price went up bitch you know that I’m taxing
And they said that I’m skinny
Been moving this weight
Ain’t talking a gym but I’m maxing
Got money got clothes got hoes
Got money got clothes got hoes
Got money got clothes got hoes
Thigh pads in my jeans yeah I keep me a roll
Drip by the ton I be rocking my own
All these nigga's they copy they looking like clones
Beat the block like I’m Rocky Sylvester Stallone

Written by:
Gold Medal Music, Da'Ron Vinice, Elijah Glover, Veno Don

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