DC The Don - FULLY LOADED Lyrics

(Trademark!)
Woo

I got a problem, I'm geeked and I'm flexin'
Like, she pray to God like a nigga a blessin' (woo)
I'm geeked and I'm loaded, just leave me a message
I can't pull up on you, no, bitch, I'm a legend
No, bitch, not allegedly, this shit official
Yo' bitch pull up on me, blow dick like a whistle
No, boy, you not him 'cause yo' swag not original (not original)
Balenciaga my sweatsuit, I'm doggin' it
But I ain't joggin', no, I'm in the Sprinter now
Xxl, big as hell, I'm a winner now
Flight after flight, at the steakhouse for dinner now
"Oh, what's yo' name?", I forgot, can't remember now
Took a good bitch to the hood, she a sinner now
X2 gon' skrrt when I'm skippin', I'm dippin' out
Xcx, Charli, she fancy like Iggy now
Pull out the Phantom, this ho get to flippin' out
Business is business, yo' ho want a minute now
I'm in the Hollywood hills with my niggas now
She hit my phone like, "DC, how you livin' now?"

Like, I'm fully loaded
I'm fully loaded
I'm fully loaded
I'm fully loaded
Can't be my bitch, now she sayin' I'm bogus now
Dead presidents all around me, I'm loaded now
I'm fully loaded
I'm fully loaded
I'm fully loaded
I'm fully loaded
Smokin' OG, niggas smell like a lotus now
She give me fire ass brain, she a motor-mouth
I'm fully loaded
I'm fully loaded (woo)
I'm fully loaded (loaded)
I'm fully loaded (loaded)
I'm fully loaded (loaded)
I'm fully loaded (loaded, woo)
I'm fully loaded (loaded)
I'm fully loaded (loaded)

I'm in Melbourne, overseas, shit in order now (yeah)
Rip out the top, now I feel like I'm floatin' now (yeah)
I need my fire when I walk out escorted now (yeah)
Stomp on the pedal, this bitch get to roarin' out
This bitch call me Daddy, I know she got issues, uh (woo)
Pull out her phone, takin' pictures
I cover my face up, lil' shawty, don't mention me, ayy (woo)
Don't drop the lo', I got enemies (woo)
I don't know why, but these niggas, they envy me, ayy
I dog this bitch to infinity (whoa)
I put my side ho in CoCo and Tiffany, ayy (whoa)
I met a bitch in Waikiki named Tiffany (whoa)
She bought a flight to L.A. To come visit me (whoa)
I don't know how this lil' ho still remember me (whoa)
I f*cked her friend, now she sayin' she missin' me (whoa)
Take out my phone, I can't see what you sendin' me (whoa)
I'm out of storage, yo' ho keep on hittin' me
Come get your man, why the f*ck he so pressed? (Whoa)
I can make you a widow like John F. Kennedy
Yeah, fashion on fashion, I pull up all kind of late (woo)
I got a Latina ho, she, like, "Ándale"
¿Cómo se dice, "Lil' ho, shut the f*ck up"? (Woo)
You just for the night, I can treat you all kinda ways
Uno, dos, tres, all this guap, keep it on the way
Bitch, get undressed, give me top, then I'm on the way (yeah)
I got an X on my chest, the Wakanda way (yeah, yeah)
Ricky, Raf Simons, my jeans the designer way

Like, I'm fully loaded
I'm fully loaded (yeah)
I'm fully loaded
I'm fully loaded (yeah)
Can't be my bitch, now she sayin' I'm bogus now (yeah)
Dead presidents all around me, I'm loaded now (yeah)
I'm fully loaded
I'm fully loaded (yeah)
I'm fully loaded
I'm fully loaded (yeah)
Smokin' OG, niggas smell like a lotus now (yeah)
She give me fire ass brain, she a motor-mouth (yeah, yeah)
I'm fully loaded
I'm fully loaded (woo)
I'm fully loaded (loaded)
I'm fully loaded (loaded)
I'm fully loaded (loaded)
I'm fully loaded (loaded, woo)
I'm fully loaded (loaded)
I'm fully loaded (loaded)