Young Veterans Lyrics - Loso Loaded

[Verse 1: Don Q] 

Back and forth cross state lines 

And I'm ducking the troopers and K-9's 

I'ma whip the coupe like I'm James Bond 

And I'm getting head at the same time 

Popping bottles with the athletes 

You can ask John Wall 'bout us nigga 

Thumbing through it with the doors locked 

Don't interrupt me while I'm counting, nigga 

I was in the trenches when they found a nigga 

Now a nigga kitchen got a fountain, nigga 

Yeah, we 5 deep when we hit the club 

With a big 40 for the bouncer, nigga 

I'm a different breed 

All these hoes getting picked in threes 

I'ma fuck em all before they get to leave 

And its Christmas Eve when I lift the sleeve 

I took a dose and I'm nodding off it 

I'm high as fuck before the party started 

She said the molly make her party harder 

I took the 'Rari and I Mardi Gras'd it 

I ain't lookin' for a bitch to sponsor 

I'm on a mission, I got shit to conquer 

Too old for the costumes 

So for Halloween, I was a Fendi monster 

I bend the corner like I'm in the Tonka 

And I'm gripping armor 

'Cause them niggas on us 

And its in my blood, I got a pimp persona 

You can hit the store, I just hit the owner (Yeah yeah!) 

I'm just rollin' on half a star 

Same color as an avatar 

Leaning, twisting up my last cigar 

Speeding, praying I don't crash the car 

[Hook: Loso Loaded] 

Fendi, Fendi, I get plenty 

Wake up right next to the semi 

Loso Loaded and the Don 

Highbridge to the nine, throw up where you from 

Keep your kinfolks straight 

Gotcha baby mama calling me the one 

I ain't running outta funds 

I'ma get the paper, stack it on you bums 

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[Verse 2: Don Q] 

Two thou for the shoes now 

That's too much sauce 

Gotta keep the tools 'round 

When we move 'round 

Can't do no loss 

I do it for all of my niggas that's dead 

And all of my goons up north 

Percocets gettin' chewed up 

I got 2 cups and my jewels on frost 

She call me Chubby Don 

I walk in the house, she got nothing on 

'Bout to drown my neck out in Aviani 

Next check, I'ma comeback and flood the arm 

Niggas coming with their sob stories 

Like "Don do you got a job for me?" 

Man, coming up this shit was hard for me 

Now they talking thousands when they call for me 

I'm not impressed by your fit 

I just checked out of fifth 

And they asked what the shoes cost 

I put Chanel on my bitch 

And that's red on her kick 

Yea I'm speaking that Loub' talk 

We was running through the block working 

Nigga I can, I can make the pot twerk 

You can't walk in the bando 

Bitch knock first 

Keep a stash in the floor 

If the cops search 

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[Hook: Loso Loaded] 

Fendi, Fendi, I get plenty 

Wake up right next to the semi 

Loso Loaded and the Don 

Highbridge to the nine, throw up where you from 

Keep your kinfolks straight 

Gotcha baby mama calling me the one 

I ain't running outta funds 

I'ma get the paper, stack it on you bums 

Codeine my medicine 

I get on that lean, pop a percocet 

Oh yeah, I'm just striving for excellence 

Young veterans stacking up presidents 

Hey, hey 

Young veterans stacking up presidents 

Hey, hey 

Young veterans stacking up presidents