[Intro]
Load it (Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby)
Load it, up it
Up it (Load it, up it, load it)

[Chorus]
Load it, up it
I'm off a pilly, I'm bussin' (I’m bussin’)
I spot 'em, fuck it, we shoot whoever he come wit'
I'm not the n***a to fuck with (No)
I make that bitch feel disgusted (Disgusting)
Smokin' exotic mustard
If you promote violence, I love it
Load it, up it
I'm off a pilly, I'm bussin'
I spot 'em, fuck it, we shoot whoever he come wit'
I'm not the n***a to fuck with (No)
I make that bitch feel disgusted (Tressha)
Smokin' exotic mustard
If you promote violence, I love it

[Verse 1]
I ain't get no sleep I'm schemin'
Tell twelve, "Relax, I'm speedin'" (Skrrt)
Three shots, he barely breathin'
Band-aids, can't stop the bleedin'
Rah Swish, that's a big woo (Woo)
Opp treeshas, tryna meet him
You playin' finders keepers
Until you find her cheatin'
Look, I got your main jawn, tryna brainstorm, she like which woo she want most (Woo)
She fell in love wit' foreign cars, said she never seen money up close (Hah)
Hope you ain't tryna cuff
That's a dub girl once I get it then I'm goin' ghost
You tryna switch up, 'Cuz the season changed, all summer you was driven boats (Tressha)
Ain't shit changed yea it's gettin' cold
Don't make me shoot a n***a through the coat
If it ain't first block wit the apes, then I'm wit' SP on the zoe
Always on B time call up big B's
You know everything still dope
Free my young shooter, he would still be here if the Zanotti n***a never told (Hahaha)
[Chorus]
Load it, up it
I'm off a pilly, I'm bussin'
I spot 'em, fuck it (Fuck it), we shoot whoever he come wit'
I'm not the n***a to fuck with (No)
I make that bitch feel disgusted
Smokin' exotic mustard
If you promote violence, I love it
Load it, up it
I'm off a pilly, I'm bussin'
I spot 'em, fuck it, we shoot whoever he come wit'
I'm not the n***a to fuck with (No)
I make that bitch feel disgusted (Tressha)
Smokin' exotic mustard (Wha?)
If you promote violence, I love it (I love it)

[Verse 2]
9, shots (Grrt)
They think I'm one of these Drill rappers (Wha?)
My n***as ready to kill rappers (Wha?)
They got me ready to live backwards
Out here, 3 rev
Then I had to get me a pill after
Kick it out, no, can't chill after
They make me sleep on the wheel after (Look)
Focus on money, they look at me funny
Like, homie we need some consistency (We do)
Can't keep seein' me hiccup, boy you'll get lit up
Like I got done with my Christmas tree (Grrt, bah, bah, bah)
Before they floss, it was the east
I've been outside, are you shittin' me? (Are you shittin’ me?)
My gun, and my bitch, got one thing in common (Grrt, bah, bah, bah)
They make it clap, like it's symbolizes
Bitch, we gon' make it clap, like it's all dancers
No, we gon' make clap, like a death page
I feel at home, I'm in a Wraith
'Cause that shit got too much leg space
Shootin' the dance, when I get this on me
That's what you feel on my leg base
She said she havin' the x carllum
We never cared about the x page (No)
[Chorus]
Load it, Up it
I'm off a pilly, I'm bussin'
I spot 'em, fuck it, we shoot whoever he come wit'
I'm not the n***a to fuck with (No)
I make that bitch feel disgusted
Smokin' exotic mustard
If you promote violence, I love it
Load it, up it
I'm off a pilly, I'm bussin'
I spot 'em, fuck it, we shoot whoever he come wit'
I'm not the n***a to fuck with
I make that bitch feel disgusted
Smokin' exotic mustard
If you promote violence, I love it (I love it)