The Load Lyrics - Quality Control

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Wop 

Well my day startin' crazy, my pack ain't fuckin' make it 

The feds investigating, some of my niggas turned fugazi 

I keep gunners with me lately, they might gun you down for nathin' 

El Gato is my code name, don't ever call me Radric 

Crystal coke and crystal meth, so icy entertainment 

I'm gangster but I'm famous, bitch I'm armed and I'm dangerous 

Diamonds on me blinkin' mane, fuck what niggas thinkin' mane 

Guwop gon' keep gettin' it mane, long as they keep printin' it mane 

Play with me, regret it 

This ain't that synthetic 

Y'all boys too pathetic 

You don't got it then go get it 

Call tell, I'm connected 

El Gato, respect it 

Two Asian plugs with hella drugs 

Call them Redman and Method 

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When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over 

I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over 

Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over 

It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda 

Count the money over, and feed the junky sober 

Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over 

Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over 

High grade, upscale, top-notch yola 

Fuck the police, that's the code we honor 

Your bitch on my drip, I poured it on her 

Diamonds on fleek, I'm cold, pneumonia 

Me and Wop sitting at the top 

Millionaires out the cell block 

I ain't never gotta sell blocks 

When I get bored I buy a new watch 

Went to the lot and bought my bitch a drop 

Now I'm on fire, I burn a nigga 

They ain't gave me shit, I earned it nigga 

Me and Marlo really gettin' them loads 

Ask the streets, everybody know 

Spend my show money on clothes 

Trap stay bunking, we don't close 

Runnin' with slime, they'll wipe your nose 

I'm from the gutter, throwing up fours 

I'm back on my shit, I'm dripping waterfall 

Did a bid, came back, then I brushed it off 

Shooters, they gon' shoot on my command 

Pop a nigga noggin like a xan 

All I ever needed was a chance 

Now I got a whole lot of bands 

Now I got a whole lot of fans 

Tucking my strap in at my shows 

Double Rollies, want a white one, a gold 

Never stopping and I'm always on go 

In the back of the back, I got the curtains closed 

Trap spot, tryna get off the load 

I'm like Luda, I been slanging them bows 

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When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over 

I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over 

Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over 

It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda 

Count the money over, and feed the junky sober 

Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over 

Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over 

High grade, upscale, top-notch yola 

I been having a real crazy day, but them packs man I'm gettin' paid 

Got G8 on the cell floor, he done poked a nigga with a switchblade 

I done stayed down with my own, nigga I done came up with my own way 

Zone 1 rebel, got more pistols than an arcade 

And Marlo is my real name, don't ever call me rude 

Act a fool, and I been a damn gangster with them tools 

Young nigga make the rules, break the rules 

I been a gangster, I make the news 

Do script and pack with Lil Baby food 

Goose say we're goin' real crazy, ooh 

And the load gettin' real real closer 

And I hope the dope just came up out the water 

And I put that fish scale in that water 

Make it double up and get real real harder 

And if it [?] go real real farther, yeah 

When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over 

I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over 

Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over 

It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda 

Count the money over, and feed the junky sober 

Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over 

Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over 

High grade, upscale, top-notch yola