LOAD UP N DASH II by MXVNTVINCLXVDBWXYS Lyrics

HOOK:
Load up n dash
Snakes and hoes wanna smash
Toke up some gas
Homie fulla crack
Whole body turned to black
The bitch wanna help
She bought a toddler and a trash
The Glock is suppressed
Imma put you to sleep
Visions gone black

VERSE I: The Kinky Mane

Hashish on mah veins like I'm Niaz Alli
I go hard with no chains and Maserati
Imma keep it South come on hoe try me
Your bride suckin' on mah nozzle you've lost G

I go blow and squeeze coz she callin' me daddy
Never ever quit of earning a fetty
All day makin' junts keepin' mah pockets heavy
Fusion on repeat while making tracks like gravy
***HOOK***

VERSE II: Junkie-ass gimp
Bustas thеy mad can't hang with us
Bitches I spite after I finеsse
Down on her spine to esophagus
Clean up mah mess leave no evidence

Bitch!
Reppin tripple six from the tomb I demize ya
Grimey frum the South, we the lunatics
Slugs knockin on ya door, Fifty got the blunt
Top shelf, quarterbackin till the dawn Imma get it

Loaded toke up and dash
All these bustas are trash
I won't talk if ain't cash
Pull up on ya get spazzed

Downers all on mah veins
Smokin' on these propane
Tryna catch on mah fade
O.D like I'm Cobain

See mah throat, ready gotta slit
Tuck it on mah hip
Junkie-ass gimp
Put you on a casket
Triggerfinger lit, sippin lemonade
Debug on the beat
We the Infamous Devilish Syndicate
Put the ski on
Cock it now I aim hoe
Pull the trig moe
Scatter up yo brains hoe