Artist: Kid Ink f/ Hardhead, K-Shawn Album: Rocketshipshawty (Mixtape) Song: Loaded Typed by: AZ Lyrics You can tell I ain't even try to fit in Probably somewhere you can't even get it Don't try, we gonna be here for a minute Tell 'em I ain't leaving till late finish, and I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded Loaded, I'm loaded, four shots in and I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded Loaded, I'm loaded, where should I begin? Gotta find it in a drill, my niggas got it, still Real with the real, my DJ even I'll In column wheel, beat from Jahlil Screaming my mind, but ain't no Johnny I'll Got it any hard, I pop it any set I wish a nigga would've put his life to the test I made it God's grace to say I'm turning late We're like jaded on my aye, separate make a G I should go before the sun up, welcome back tutter Probably fly trotter, fly a litter faller I'm all about my twat, and there I wanna vet Stupid say I'm sick, I call it a shack You can tell I ain't even try to fit in Probably somewhere you can't even get it Don't try, we gonna be here for a minute Tell 'em I ain't leaving till late finish, and I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded Loaded, I'm loaded, four shots in and I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded Loaded, I'm loaded, where should I begin? Knocking down your door like Avon Sign niggas, now we ain't playing Ready to go, tell 'em they don't have to wait on See me with the prepare hood, niggas they don't have to trade on Your boy fresh in a dope boy hat With a pitch of perfect bitch, come and get a codac I don't need a cosign period cotext They stop to my house and got a Rolex You can tell I ain't even try to fit in Fuck all the politicians in the city Later on they gonna say a nigga get in Pocket full of hundreds and I'm feeling like a milli You can tell I ain't even try to fit in Probably somewhere you can't even get it Don't try, we gonna be here for a minute Tell 'em I ain't leaving till late finish, and I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded Loaded, I'm loaded, four shots in and I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded Loaded, I'm loaded, where should I begin? I'm in this black air heesy, straight to Givenchy Gold chains on racks hanging from my pocket My whole team's winning, losing never was an option That's why your bitch's here and leaves with her head popping I be going in, here we go again, ain't got to ask no question, though Bottles from out that roof, sparkle right on my whole section Bitch, you know I am out of marley, probably off a tooth All black, probably killing scenes where youth Standing in the line while I'm standing on a sofa Pussy popping like the paparazzi camera when they saw me Might not see tomorrow, so tonight I tear the shit closer Part might feel my boy's caps and a glass of more Patron You can tell I ain't even try to fit in Probably somewhere you can't even get it Don't try, we gonna be here for a minute Tell 'em I ain't leaving till late finish, and I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded Loaded, I'm loaded, four shots in and I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded Loaded, I'm loaded, where should I begin?