Load Coming

Damn, hello? What the fuck is you talking about Yeah I ain't running from no problems, I just walk them bitches down I'm in the Bay looking for pounds, Give a fuck, bout Rolling Loud Saw my buyer last week, said, damn, Nigga, it's been a while I said, the fuck, I'm supposed to do Shit, every system cracking down Ain't look my way, way back in school, Bet I can fuck them bitches now My C Runner bald-headed, nigga look like Michael Kyle Can hit a apple off a blimp, I don't need no fucking switch Young and turnt up in the club, Bought 42, to spill not sip I hate a rep, that make it clip, this bitch think she Wicked Witch I think I'm lucky, Waist Deep, I'll charge you for your shit He be leaking all the sauce, Fuck it get him out the mix I ain't got no fucking genies, I'll grant A bitch a wish Private shopper know my brands, Don't send my ass no fucking Kith Scoping hoes up off the drip, I fucked her ass, cause she wore Ricks Tele with some Harlem niggas, niggas sound like Charlie Clips Finding bins like Nemo all night looking for my FISH Put up my money, check me out I'm back, bitch ass niggas, y'all thought I was gone, Y'all just can't wait to hate I ain't never fuck with birds, but I'm a fucking roadrunner I'm the reason why it's hot, I left the fucking stove running Tru a bad influence Reason why I froze, something I smoked ten woods Wit D forgot, we had the Load coming Damn, bro, these niggas can't fuck with you