Quality Control Music - The Load lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Honorable C.N.O.T.E Wop [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Well my day startin' crazy, my pack ain't f**in' make it The feds investigating, some of my n***as turned fugazi I keep gunners with me lately, they might gun you down for nathin' El Gato is my code name, don't ever call me Radric Crystal coke and crystal meth, so icy entertainment I'm gangster but I'm famous, b**h I'm armed and I'm dangerous Diamonds on me blinkin' mane, f** what n***as thinkin' mane Guwop gon' keep gettin' it mane, long as they keep printin' it mane Play with me, regret it This ain't that synthetic Y'all boys too pathetic You don't got it then go get it Call tell, I'm connected El Gato, respect it Two Asian plugs with hella d** Call them Redman and Method [Chorus: Gucci Mane] When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda Count the money over, and feed the junky sober Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over High grade, upscale, top-notch yola [Verse 2: Lil Baby] f** the police, that's the code we honor Your b**h on my drip, I poured it on her Diamonds on fleek, I'm cold, pneumonia Me and Wop sitting at the top Millionaires out the cell block I ain't never gotta sell blocks When I get bored I buy a new watch Went to the lot and bought my b**h a drop Now I'm on fire, I burn a n***a They ain't gave me sh**, I earned it n***a Me and Marlo really gettin' them loads Ask the streets, everybody know Spend my show money on clothes Trap stay bunking, we don't close Runnin' with slime, they'll wipe your nose I'm from the gutter, throwing up fours I'm back on my sh**, I'm dripping waterfall Did a bid, came back, then I brushed it off Shooters, they gon' shoot on my command Pop a n***a noggin like a xan All I ever needed was a chance Now I got a whole lot of bands Now I got a whole lot of fans Tucking my strap in at my shows Double Rollies, want a white one, a gold Never stopping and I'm always on go In the back of the back, I got the curtains closed Trap spot, tryna get off the load I'm like Luda, I been slanging them bows [Chorus: Gucci Mane] When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda Count the money over, and feed the junky sober Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over High grade, upscale, top-notch yola [Verse 3: Marlo] I been having a real crazy day, but them packs man I'm gettin' paid Got G8 on the cell floor, he done poked a n***a with a switchblade I done stayed down with my own, n***a I done came up with my own way Zone 1 rebel, got more pistols than an arcade And Marlo is my real name, don't ever call me rude Act a fool, and I been a damn gangster with them tools Young n***a make the rules, break the rules I been a gangster, I make the news Do script and pack with Lil Baby food Goose say we're goin' real crazy, ooh And the load gettin' real real closer And I hope the dope just came up out the water And I put that fish scale in that water Make it double up and get real real harder And if it [?] go real real farther, yeah [Chorus: Gucci Mane] When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda Count the money over, and feed the junky sober Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over High grade, upscale, top-notch yola