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Still Feel Loaded Lyrics


03 Greedo Still Feel Loaded

[Intro]
I can't do no drugs (Mm, yeah, yeah)
I can't do no drugs
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Hmm (Boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus]
I ain't take shit (Grrah), but I still feel loaded
Empty my clip, but I still feel loaded
You ain't slept shit, but I knew you slept over
Play it off a night, hit my P.O. up
I ain't took shit, but I still feel loaded
Empty my clip, but I still feel loaded
You ain't slept shit, but I knew you slept over
Play it off a night, hit my P.O. up (Oh-oh)
[Post-Chorus]
I can't do no drugs 'til I smoke shit (I can't do no drugs)
I can't do no drugs 'til I smoke shit (I can't do no drugs)
I can't do no drugs 'til I smoke shit (Oh, boom, boom, boom)
I ain't even had a pole, still post shit (Fah)

[Verse 1]
Ridin' through the trenches, smoke a nigga like a Backwood
He don't want no smoke, should've never been from that hood
Bangin' with a whore, I hope they put you where the neck up
'Cause if hе ever f..ckin', I be in thе same shoes
Found where you be bangin' if you ain't gettin' no messier
Fredo dropped it down when you get green and with the yoppers
I swear if I feel in it, you gon' have to make an opp shot
Can't say you even got it if your lil' jeweler ain't make news
I can't hear no convo, if I get on top and down, beeftip
When I blow her down, go organic 'til you're seasick
I'm the type of nigga niggas hope they ain't release yet
You the type of nigga ain't did nothin' in the streets yet
I'm the type to press a nigga, leave him momma depressed
You the type of nigga's scared you haven't had a drink yet
Choppers ain't the runners 'til they wish it up and E-flip
Slidin' like a tall of rapper, schoolhouse durin' recess

[Chorus]
I ain't take shit, but I still feel loaded (I ain't take shit, nigga)
Empty my clip, but I still feel loaded (Fah, fah, still let's go)
You ain't slept shit, but I knew you slept over (Baow, baow, baow)
Play it off a night, hit my P.O. up (Gang, gangs with 'em)
I ain't took shit, but I still feel loaded (Julio, yeah)
Empty my clip, but I still feel loaded (Real gang with 'em)
You ain't slept shit, but I knew you slept over (I hope I never hang with 'em)
Play it off a night, hit my P.O. up (Ha, ha)
[Post-Chorus]
I can't do no drugs 'til I smoke shit (I can't do no drugs, 'til I smoke shit)
I can't do no drugs 'til I smoke shit (I can't do no drugs, 'til I smoke shit)
I can't do no drugs 'til I smoke shit (Yeah, yeah, 'til I smoke shit)
I ain't even had a pole, still post shit (Ha, ha)

[Verse 2]
Piss test ain't nothin', I'ma beat that ho with flyin' colors
Tank all on my tummy, yummy, grumby like my mud brothers
R.I.P. to Ruler, gotta cool it since the minute dropped
On the AR pistol, Kelly heatin' up this purple 'za
On the road to riches, gotta murder these niggas
Got my ear into the streets and still ain't heard of these niggas
Want the smoke 'til I run out of gas, then burn a quick ticket
You know how you trust a knife in front the store, but keep blickin'
We walk 'em down, ain't y'all on that talkin' shit about motherfuckers
Censes where the mouth'll get your family murdered out
No drivin' by, we hoppin' out, like MD Clips, we bumpin' out
And get reloaded, take that route again, which bend we bendin' 'bout?
Slidin', felons can't vote, so it's f..ck Joe Biden
Fuck the gun laws, all my niggas so violet
Y'all worse than these broads, all my bitches so silent
Niggas can't hear nothin' but the sound of

[Chorus]
I ain't take shit, but I still feel loaded
Empty my clip, but I still feel loaded
You ain't slept shit, but I knew you slept over
Play it off a night, hit my P.O. up
I ain't took shit, but I still feel loaded
Empty my clip, but I still feel loaded
You ain't slept shit, but I knew you slept over
Play it off a night, hit my P.O. up (Up)
[Post-Chorus]
I can't do no drugs 'til I smoke shit (I can't do no drugs)
I can't do no drugs 'til I smoke shit (I can't do no drugs)
I can't do no drugs 'til I smoke shit (Yeah, boom, boom, boom)
I ain't even had a pole, still post shit (Ha, ha)

[Outro]
I can't do no drugs
I can't do no drugs
Boom, boom, boom


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