[Hook]

Load 'em up and let the choppers ride

Them niggas talking but they not outside

Last nigga went and dissed my homie bet his mama cried

That shit that happened to my brodie left me traumatized

So if you try to get up on me then it's homicide

Catch you lacking on our side then we ain't playing fair

If you ever cross that line you better off staying there

Did him dirty on the drive now he just laying here

We ain't playing fair

[Verse]

Trying to tell the opposition we ain't playing fair

'Member posting on the block I used to stay in there

'Memeber days was skipping school I never made it there

And if you say we got a problem we can take it there

Had to quit codeine my parents hate the lean

I'm poppin percocet I don't wanna face the demons

I was told to kill the opps they never gave a reason

Tay600 up them Rugers got my name from squeezing

I hit her once I'm leaving, yeah

Dick in her mouth she teething, yeah

These niggas fake I see it, yeah

I jumped yo gate I need it, yeah

If we got a problem it's man to man

I don't ever sell no drugs I don't do the hand to hand

Ride through the drive you see them sticks look like Afghanistan

Get yo car blicked roll down yo window tryna aim at heads

[Hook]

Load 'em up and let the choppers ride

Them niggas talking but they not outside

Last nigga went and dissed my homie bet his mama cried

That shit that happened to my brodie left me traumatized

So if you try to get up on me then it's homicide

Catch you lacking on our side then we ain't playing fair

If you ever cross that line you better off staying there

Did him dirty on the drive now he just laying here

No we ain't playing fair

[Verse 2]

I see the fake up in yo eyes

Niggas say they real but they be fu up in disguise

Acting like they with you but they part of yo demise

When my homies switched up man it caught me by surprise, they love the lies

But i was told to speak the truth

It's 3am I'm still recording in the booth

I'm laughing at these niggas cause they funny like a spoof

And if you see him with me then you know that he gone shoot

On my left wrist you see a rolly face

Talk to my son because I know he straight

I'm trying to get it to them golden gates

I ran it up but I got more to make

They on a shorter pace

I gotta get a bag

Run up do him dirt think it's chicken ass

Never was the type to speak on what I wish I had

When we catch you we gone kill you for that money bag

[Hook]

Load 'em up and let the choppers ride

Them niggas talking but they not outside

Last nigga went and dissed my homie bet his mama cried

That shit that happened to my brodie left me traumatized

So if you try to get up on me then it's homicide

Catch you lacking on our side then we ain't playing fair

If you ever cross that line you better off staying there

Did him dirty on the drive now he just laying here

We ain't playing fair