Intro 
Loaded dit it again 
Loaded dit it again 
Loaded dit it again 
Loaded dit it again, ya 
Loaded dit it again 
Ayy, Contraband! 

Chorus 
I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em) 
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch) 
I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em) 
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch) 

Verse 1 
Spin the block, let the window drop, I'm hanging out the back 
Don't give a fuck, he hanging with the opps, that fuck nigga get smacked 
His bitch want fuck, I don't give a fuck, just tell me where he at 
He in the cut, tryna spin on us, but, bitch, I'm dumping back 
I got AR's knocking bricks of walls, just like in Iraq 
This shit deeper than a ship, up on the net 
Knock some flesh right of his neck 
Choppas fuck him just like sex 
And this shit deeper than a ship, up on the 'Gram 
Click-clack, let that chopper blam 
Instead he calling me a fam 
But you be dissing on the net 
I'm finna send your ass to hell 
Free my Gwuala out that gym, he coming home if he got bailed 
How you quick to let it blow but get hit up and then you tell? 
When y'all drugged a nigga up, ain't nobody do no telling 
We just pulled up with them sticks and turnt that shit to Armageddon 
I was fucking on a opp's baby mama, not no more 
If I bring her to the crib and she add flavour, I'ma blow 

Chorus
I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)
I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)
I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)
I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)

Verse 2
I got the drop
Bingo get 'em popped
Allah, him and Choc
Don't you spray
Yeah, you watch and pray
Bitch, we gotta stop
Hop out the whip, oh, he tryna run, we just gotta walk
223's hit him in his head, but knocked him out his socks
That AR jam, bro picked up my slacking 'til I could shake back
Ain't got no aim, but always down to drill, shout-out to Lil Pat
He just 15, out here thugging bad, and he just wanna hat
Hopped out of school
Pistol in his pants
They won't catch him lacking
Loaded snapping
Yeah, Lil Loaded rapping, they say I'm the best out
Hit him in his arm, chest, leg, and he ain't check out
He was prayed up, he ain't had no vest out
Put a bag on his head, I had to show him what that check 'bout

Chorus
I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)
I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)
I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)
I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)
I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)