TN1 Jay - Locked & Loaded

Prov Unleashed we taking over, huh
We got that shit on our shoulders, huh
I just be running that bag up
Fuckin' that sack up, tryna get over her
I just be flippin' that pack up
That nigga act up, we just gon' roll him up
40 on me, it's the answer
Holdin' my pants up, yeah, it's gon' hold him up
I just be rollin' that dank up
Pourin' that drink up, bitch, I'ma pour it up
Yo bitch on my dick I can't stand her
Fuck with no hands, yeah, I'ma just fold her up
I just be runnin' the bands up
Might shoot your mans up, I know you told on em
I ain't worried about the past, bitch
I want the cash and pistols I tote on em
Huh, like why niggas fold on em
Pop me a perk, got me throwin' up
Yo, bitch, on me going nuts
You reppin' your shit, nigga, throw it up
And I know I'm blowin' up
That pistol on me and I load it up
That nigga still growin' up
But he don't know shit about growin' up
He don't know shit why you jump out the Porch, pussy
Kill em, wont show no remorse, pussy
I don't give a fuck about 12, book me
Bitch, I'ma bail out that jail, rookie
Bitch, I'ma back up and sell
Yo, bitch, jus gon act up and sell, pussy
He could get smoked like a L, Lucy
Then I pull off in a dam two seat
Got no time
I gotta run them damn funds up
I gotta grind
These hunnids what I'm tryna run up
I'm holdin' mine
I know problems he don't want none
I'm tryna shine
So I gotta give that damn fun up
Bitch, don't try to run up
I promise you don't want none
Bitch, all I spit is that heat
You don't even got none
Bitch, all I keep is that heat
You don't even got one
Flexin' that shit on IG
But he don't even got one
Prov Unleashed we takin' over, huh
We got that shit on the shoulders, huh
I just be runnin' that bag up
Fuckin' that sack up, tryna get over her
I just be flippin' that pack up
That nigga act up, we jus gon roll him up
40 on me, it's the answer
Holdin' my pants up, yeah, it's gon' hold him up
I just be rollin' that dank up
Pourin' that drink up, bitch, I'ma pour it up
Yo, bitch, on my dick I can't stand her
fuck with no hands
Yeah, I'ma just fold up
I just be runnin' them bands
I might shoot your mans up, I know you told on em
I ain't worried bout the past, bitch
I want the cash, and pistols I tote on em

Written by:
Joshua Burgos

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