This that St. Louis Bitch, I you mad Bitch, I you mad
and say that to my face (Yeah) Come and say to my face (Skrrt) I'm the city of greats (Yeah) We shooters that trap Look, you don't know nothing me, if you wanna learn Homie, please sit where I stay St. like Nelly, eyy what you wearing, a nine or a K Fuck all that talking, we mobbing and running commas up 'till the is overflowing my pockets I'm the plug, I'm the dawg, you can get it for the low Got that touch dawg everything gold You a hater dawg, you should really check your clothes for bullet holes, I suppose, Lambos with butterfly doors, suggest you move over transpose You know I'm the with Tech on the last song like
I know hate it when I brought it back You talking shit that you don't know I cannot lose focus, they tryna my focus I can the devil on me I just
Reloaded, I'm a soldier Reloaded, I'm a motherfuckin' Reloaded, I'm a soldier Reloaded,
They see me with women, glamorous People I'm polyamorous I go hippity-hop I hammer chicks Never blowing bunk and sticks Muffed the milli and mind manners, miss Blood I get to that blammer bitch Action always an anarchist Suckers slip up and shit But I like living life lovely and lit, motherfucker I am the Tech, I'm the jet Lot of people are freaking out with flying the vet I am the check, no denying bitches for sex Spying, dying, or wet, wanna put the N9ne in neck They really wanna it 'Cause he quoted Was devoted to them miss it and decode it Incredible fucking piece of what the siz and the voted The T's roguish and solace when reloaded
I know they hate it when I it back You talking shit that you don't know I lose focus, they tryna play my focus I can the devil on me I reloaded
Reloaded, I'm a motherfuckin' Reloaded, I'm a soldier Reloaded, I'm a motherfuckin' Reloaded,
want me to go away Pray to God I get Unaware who they fucking From the looks of those baby dicks, life's a bitch and her head game make most lames come quick Cash everything around me Now you know what to pay me Wait, I don't know what could be matter them They want me to with them It's all automatic, if Tech is clapping, I'm clapping him Ain't but static, the homie Darrein had to hit him And now I'm attacking the rhythm, back the pattern And that'll get 'em to admit that I literally gotta be one of the they ever heard with the bla bla What the fuck y'all think, yeah my shit don't stink and they all off we the ca-ca (damn) ha-ha
I know they hate it I brought it back You talking that you don't know about I cannot lose focus, they tryna play my I can feel the on me I just
Reloaded, I'm a soldier Reloaded, I'm a motherfuckin' Reloaded, I'm a soldier Reloaded,