Ys Trakkz - Reloaded lyrics

Lotta speculation going on Wanna know who I'm signed to I don't know homie not you Just know I'm blessed hachoo And I'm hotter than a takis All these bands in my pocket All four f** a wallet I don't f** with safe deposits When ya turnt up, when ya status up You gotta move like the President n***as and b**hes doing all this talkin', man When it's really irrelevant I just put ice in my necklace Ice in my Actavis Ice in my dog collar When I'm walkin' round with my lil' hittas They callin' me Godfather Really don't be stuntin sh** When shawty be talkin' bout she mad at me I give her dick when I'm on the pill Then she forget she was mad at me My kush got grey hair for real I be smoking that grand-daddy Hit that man with the tool Look like somebody grand-pappy Money like who is that? where come from? That mean ya popped up When I said that I'm going Federal Reloaded They taught I got locked up They taught I got slammed They taught I got jammed They taught I got boxed up Shout out to my n***as locked up But we still gettin' em in blocked up I done went 2 Federal I done want 2 of everythang That's why I rock 2 bezels I done went too crazy I don't want nothing single That's why I want two ladies Nothing personal I just f** with a few people And ride with 2 heaters Hell nah you can't get in this car This joint here for 2 people When I say I'm going Federal Reloaded Like I'm going back in, back in, back in n***a I'm at it again I'm back in a Benz They taught I was gone tho Ridin' clean, but I'm ridin' dirty Plenty narcotics in the console On the air everywhere Money on the cellular Say you want a whole thang? Okay, straight up like Alfalfa's hair p**y good when I'm f**ing her Shawty I came, and we back at it again Head serious, I'm talkin' real serious She'll get ya hard and then s** off your skin I'm back on the streets, you know how that be Mama like don't get back on that bullsh** I know you want the best for me mama I hustle hard so we can buy what we wanna About to pull the presidential Obama Cop a coup and then cop it again Cop a benz and then cop it again Cop some methaz(ine) like he at it again I'm at it again, like a replay I'm at it again, like a relapse I'm at it again, like a replay I'm at it again, like a relapse I'm reloaded like I just put 32 in the clip You see how it poke out I'm still hood at my folk's house Sunday dinner at the cookout Make it real hella iced out You'll still see me with the lights out I'll never change cuz it ain't me Got drank stains on my white tee It say real n***a on my ID I'm the same n***a on my IG My b**h a trophy, I'm rocking dopeboy trophies My chopper totting, money ain't even foldin' I'm reloaded