FULLY LOADED Lyrics by Trippie Redd is a New English song from the album “MANSION MUSIK” sung by popular rappers Trippie Redd, Future & Lil Baby. Lyrics of this song are written by Trippie Redd & Future and music produced by Loesoe.
Song Details
Singers : Trippie Redd, Lil Baby, Future
Album : MANSION MUSIK
Lyrics : Trippie Redd, Future, Lil Baby, Igor Mamet
Music : Popcorn, Loesoe, Redda
Label : 1400 Entertainment
FULLY LOADED Lyrics
Austin, what it is I want is your blood
Fully loaded
(Loesoe goin’ crazy)
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded chopper, yeah, that bi**h’ll leave a stain
Got a fully loaded chopper and the bullets say your name
On that f**k sh*t, all the opps that I overcame
Know we bust sh*t, fully loaded, hit ’em in the brain
On that tough sh*t, end your a** and put you in the grave
Mask up, bi**h, and we turnt like we at a rave
All black whip, all black fit, Bruce Wayne
OFF-WHITE on my bi**h and my Richard Mille plain
Oh sh*t, they say we insane (Sh*t)
Oh sh*t, they onе in the same (Sh*t)
Oh sh*t, look at how far we camе (Bop)
Oh sh*t, fully loaded clip (Brrt)
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
If I ain’t had sh*t, I still could f**k bad bi**hes
It’s what it sound like, Ferrari comin’ through the trenches
Where that Hellcat? Where that ‘Hawk? Where that Demon at?
If I’m out of there, leavin’ blood where the scene at
Young millionaires with some goons and they fiendin’
Poppin’ up, poppin’ out, Cubans on Fiji
Rack ’em up, stack ’em up, hit ’em up, squeeze it
Went berserk, went to work, sent a ni**a to Jesus
If you ain’t gang-gang, you can’t hang and I mean it
Ain’t no way in the hell we goin’ anywhere without a cutter (Cutter)
Put that on my, uh, and I’m live from the gutter (Gutter)
Posted up with shooters, treatin’ ’em like twin brothers (Pluto)
Fully loaded (Pluto), fully loaded (Pluto)
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded clip, fully loaded clip
Just got off the plane, we finna take a trip
Middle fingers up, middle fingers up
Me and dr*gs got a relationship
I done took too much
I think the walls tryna move
Middle of St. Barts, I’m on the yacht, it look like a cruise ship
Middle of the projects, got a chop’, look like a pool stick
They was actin’ stop me on the sideline, they ain’t doin’ sh*t
I’m just tryna vibe here, go to night when that shroom hit
Why you tellin’ lies? You know that you a bi**h
Mm, mm, she want another piece
Ooh, ooh, she want another piece
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded