[Shoutout: Jahlil Beats]

Jungle Beats! Holla at me!

[Hook: Kid Ink]

You can tell I ain't even tryna fit in

Probably somewhere you can't even get in

Don't try, we gon' be here for a minute

And tell em' I ain't livin' till' the late thing finished

I'm loaded, I'm loaded

I'm loaded, I'm loaded

And I'm loaded, I'm loaded

Fo' shots in

And I'm loaded, I'm loaded

I'm loaded, I'm loaded

And I'm loaded, I'm loaded

Where should I begin?

Gotta...

[Verse 1: K.Shawn]

Gotta find it in a drill, my niggers got it, still

Real with the real, my DJ even ill

Ink Call em Will, beats from Jahlil,

Screaming my mind, but ain’t no Johnny Gill

Got it any hard, I pop on any set

I wish a nigga would, I put his life to the test

I made it God’s grace to say I’m turning late

We like jigg, 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 shit

[Hook: Kid Ink]

You can tell I ain't even tryna fit in

Probably somewhere you can't even get in

Don't try, we gon' be here for a minute

And tell em' I ain't livin' till' the late thing finished, shit

I'm loaded, I'm loaded

I'm loaded, I'm loaded

And I'm loaded, I'm loaded

I'm four shots in

And I'm loaded, I'm loaded

I'm loaded, I'm loaded

And I'm loaded, I'm loaded

Where should I begin?

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]

Knocking down your door like Avon,

Sideline niggers, now we ain’t playing

Ready to go, tell ‘em they don’t have to wait on

See me with the proper hood, niggas like Treyvon

Dope boy fresh, in a dope boy hat,

With a picture perfect bitch, come and get a Kodak

I don’t need a cosign perrier, cotext

Can't stop till' my whole team got a Rolex

I ain't even tryna fit in

Fuck all the politics in the city

Later on they gonna say a nigga get in

Pocket full of hundreds, and I’m feeling like a milli

[Hook: Kid Ink]

You can tell I ain't even tryna fit in

Probably somewhere you can't even get in

Don't try, we gon' be here for a minute

And tell em' I ain't livin' till' the late thing finished, shit

I'm loaded, I'm loaded

I'm loaded, I'm loaded

And I'm loaded, I'm loaded

I'm four shots in

And I'm loaded, I'm loaded

I'm loaded, I'm loaded

And I'm loaded, I'm loaded

Where should I begin?

[Verse 3: HardHead]

I'm in this black air yeezys, 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