Yung Wun - Load 'Em Up lyrics

[Intro: Yung Wun] It's another one That's right, motherf**a It ain't over, you can bob ya head to this sh** It's all dark [?] around here What! b**h n***a! Yeah shawty! [Chorus: Yung Wun] Load 'em up, let's ride Somebody's gonna die Load 'em up, let's ride Somebody's gonna die Load 'em up, let's ride Somebody's gonna die Why? [Verse 1: Yung Wun] I'm coming straight up out the hood n***a You can ask anybody, who got the guns n***a? I play around with big guns and f** nuns On a daily basis, I bet you think I'm crazy Living life in this fast lane, coming up in this cat's game Hugging the Glock, sipping [?] I know a lot of n***as warned/wondered[?] about me How I be, where I be, at 19, man f** it What I got I worked hard for Nine motherf**in years I done star[?] for this rap sh**, (that's right) Now n***as got it locked like vice grips And you know a bike rip, so a n***a might flip I got an overdose of game to give out, (but shawty) But n***as act so funny I just don't speak out It can be what you make it, get it how you take it I'mma break your billboard and replace it [Chorus x2: Yung Wun] [Verse 2: Taronda Hamilton] That n***a like so special, it's kinda hard for me to speak You see this sh** right now, it's kinda hard for me to preach They say the good die young, but that's the only thing I read But they [?] bustin my guns, and to that n***a that [?] I hear parole's in three weeks, I heard your brother's a mother At the store with them gutters, slinging rocks to them clubbers Ten years a mother, got her fine and clever I'm gonna make your family feel what we feel forever Got me pissed as ever, on that sh** so tell 'em That b**h is sick with that click with rap sheets of felons Aim my nine to your melon, b**h I snipe you who tellin' Revenge my friend meet your friend Lucifer the devil Retaliation I'm dwelling, I know I'm going to hell and I know this sh** got me twisted but I'm scarred for ever My brother's life was precious and b**h you took it so selfish b**h be careful 'bout big weapons, little sister gonna getcha [Chorus x2: Yung Wun] [Verse 3: Yung Wun] I command respect, so hop your a** back in that fed Motherf**a love is love, they don't cash no cheques While you're waiting for your mans to supply you with grams I'm in the dirty south bangin' n***as up cos I can Get to the money, lay low with stacks of fifties and hundreds And a ground bag of coke for the n***as I'm frontin' And they ain't got to pop it, I got a trigger for that If you really want war, I got n***as for that I stay in the streets, in [?] ready to reach With a city full of dogs that ready to eat All it takes is a phone call, that's your downfall If you owe me any money, I want it all I told n***as this day would come But I never really thought this day would come 'Til n***as ran in my crib, beat up my old lady While I was hustlin' in the ville sh** got real [Chorus x4: Yung Wun] [Outro: Yung Wun] Why it even got to be that way? (be that way, be that way, be that way, Why?) We don't walk in these streets that way (streets that way, streets that way, streets that way, Why?) Y'all n***as still runnin' off at your mouth (off at your mouth, Why?) Huh, Yung Wun Load 'em up, co*k 'em back, let's ride