Bigg Zacc - Tha Loadout Lyrics

I got 40 cals 45s mac elevens, artillery for days
Im tryin to send these nigaz to heaven
Cus when I sell my dope out here its 24/7
Got fake names in my phone
Ma plug saved as Kevin
Tell me what ya need, make you a order
My life so fast go round amd round like a rotor
I done sold so much dr**s I put the money inta ma motor
Ma plug gotme anytime I need
He be tellin' me when he slower

Hustle smart, mind always lookin to make dollars.
Im out here tryinta hustle these hoes
Homie you tryin ta holla
Im out in plain clothes so other niggaz
Cant tell that tell that Im balla
All it takes to get robbed in tha hood
With these real creepy crawlaz

I can see it in your face, You a thug or a bitch
My circle gettin smalla, can trust cuz of a snitch
When the plug call I ask him what tha pitch
I got love for these G's they jus wanna make me rich. Ya