[Intro]

You was on bullshit

I was—I was fuckin' with you and you was on bullshit

You actin' like a nigga wasn't gon' be up

Now a nigga up and you tryna fuck

And I ain't even tryna get down

Ah, ah, ha-ha-ha

Now you want me

Huh, huh, huh, huh, now you want me

Huh, huh, huh, huh, now you want me (Huh)

You ain't want me back then, huh, now you on me

Huh, huh, huh, now you on me

Huh, huh, huh, huh, now you on me

Now you on me

[Verse 1]

Blicked up, yeah, I keep me a stick

Blicked up, yeah, I keep me a stick

When I walk through that bitch, yeah, I keep me a stick

Yeah, I walk through that bitch and I'm blicked up

I just walked in that bitch and I got a AP on my wrist, it's not an Invicta

Can't bang-bang with my gang-gang, you get cropped out the picture

[Chorus]

Woah, woah, my life still loadin'

I been gettin' money, these niggas been trolling

I ain't had no jewelry, now my neck and wrist frozen

I ain't had no social media, now see me when I'm scrollin'

[Verse 2]

Oh shit, I came from the mud

Now I'm out in Cali, shoutout to my Blood

It is what it is, yeah, it was what it was

I been fuckin' this bitch for years, we got a strong connection

Went from commercial to first class, now I'm jumpin' off a jet

Everytime I move, they gotta cut me a check

Everytime she pull up, she droppin' off that neck

Can't tell you the whole story, 'cause you already know the rest

[Chorus]

Oh shit, oh shit, my life still loading

I can't sugarcoat it, I been having cheese so long, this shit done molded

Oh shit, oh shit, I think that I'm chosen

These niggas be hatin', Mister Moseby

Me and my team tryna win a trophy

[Verse 3]

Chanel, Prada, she want designer things

Masked up, I'ma rob sum' in my Robin Jeans

Pass up on the broad fast, yeah, I'm mean

Bald head, fat pussy, that's how I like it, keep it clean

Woah, woah

I dropped out of school

Jumped in his bitch, I dove right in her pool

I don't owe you no loyalty, we not cool

[Chorus]

Oh shit, oh shit, my life still loading

Why you still trollin'? This .40 gon' turn a nigga to a whole bitch

[Verse 4]

Smoke swisher sweets, grabba leaf, yeah, now it's paper

If she a bop, then all she get is cock, I cannot save ya

Ain't gon' pass you to the gang, I'ma fuck with you later

I been off it and I'ma stay there

[Chorus]

Oh shit, oh shit, my life still loading

I been solo, yeah, workin' on my dolie