Fully Loaded Lyrics

[Intro: The Undertaker]
Austin, what it is I want is your blood
Fully loaded
(Loesoe goin' crazy)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Fully loaded chopper, yeah, that bitch'll leave a stain
Got a fully loaded chopper and the bullets say your name
On that f*ck shit, all the opps that I overcame
Know we bust shit, fully loaded, hit 'em in the brain
On that tough shit, end your ass and put you in the grave
Mask up, bitch, and we turnt like we at a rave
All black whip, all black fit, Bruce Wayne
OFF-WHITE on my bitch and my Richard Mille plain
Oh shit, they say we insane (Shit)
Oh shit, they onе in the same (Shit)
Oh shit, look at how far we camе (Bop)
Oh shit, fully loaded clip (Brrt)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded

[Verse 2: Future]
If I ain't had shit, I still could f*ck bad bitches
It's what it sound like, Ferrari comin' through the trenches
Where that Hellcat? Where that 'Hawk? Where that Demon at?
If I'm out of there, leavin' blood where the scene at
Young millionaires with some goons and they fiendin'
Poppin' up, poppin' out, Cubans on Fiji Rack 'em up, stack 'em up, hit 'em up, squeeze it
Went berserk, went to work, sent a nigga to Jesus
If you ain't gang-gang, you can't hang and I mean it
Ain't no way in the hell we goin' anywhere without a cutter (Cutter)
Put that on my, uh, and I'm live from the gutter (Gutter)
Posted up with shooters, treatin' 'em like twin brothers (Pluto)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Future]
Fully loaded (Pluto), fully loaded (Pluto)
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Fully loaded clip, fully loaded clip
Just got off the plane, we finna take a trip
Middle fingers up, middle fingers up
Me and drugs got a relationship
I done took too much, I think the walls tryna move
Middle of St. Barts, I'm on the yacht, it look like a cruise ship
Middle of the projects, got a chop', look like a pool stick
They was actin' stop me on the sideline, they ain't doin' shit
I'm just tryna vibe here, go to night when that shroom hit
Why you tellin' lies? You know that you a bitch
Mm, mm, she want another piece
Ooh, ooh, she want another piece

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded

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