"Loading" lyrics - KEN CARSON

[Intro:]
You was on bullshit
I was-I was fuckin' with you and you was on bullshit
You actin' like a nigga wasn't gon' be up
Now a nigga up and you tryna fuck
And I ain't even tryna get down
Ah, ah, ha-ha-ha
Now you want
Huh, huh, huh, huh, now you want
Huh, huh, huh, huh, now you want (Huh)
You ain't want me back then, huh, now you on me
Huh, huh, huh, now you on me
Huh, huh, huh, huh, now you on me
Now you on me

Blicked up, yeah, I keep me a stick
Blicked up, yeah, I keep me a stick
When I walk through that bitch, yeah, I keep me a stick
Yeah, I walk through that bitch and I'm blicked up
I just walked in that bitch and I got a AP on my wrist, it's not an Invicta
Can't bang-bang with my gang-gang, you get cropped out the picture

[Chorus:]
Woah, woah, my life still loadin'
I been gettin' money, these niggas been trolling
I ain't had no jewelry, now my neck and wrist frozen
I ain't had no social media, now see me when I'm scrollin'

Oh shit, I came from the mud
Now I'm out in Cali, shoutout to my Blood
It is what it is, yeah, it was what it was
I been fuckin' this bitch for years, we got a strong connection
Went from commercial to first class, now I'm jumpin' off a jet
Everytime I move they gotta cut me a check
Everytime she pull up she droppin' off that neck
Can't tell you the whole story 'cause you already know the rest

[Chorus:]
Oh shit, oh shit
My life still loading
I can't sugarcoat it
I been having cheese so long this shit done molded
Oh shit, oh shit
I think that I'm chosen
These niggas be hatin', Mister Moseby
Me and my team tryna win a trophy

Chanel, Prada, she want designer things
Masked up, I'ma rob sum' in my Robin Jeans
Pass up on the broad fast, yeah, I'm mean
Bald head, fat pussy, that's how I like it, keep it clean
Woah, woah
I dropped out of school
Jumped in his bitch, I dove right in her pool
I don't owe you no loyalty, we not cool

[Chorus:]
Oh shit, oh shit
My life still loading
Why you still trollin'?
This.40 gon' turn a nigga to a whole bitch

Smoke swisher sweets, grabba leaf, yeah, now it's paper
If she a bop then all she get is cock, I cannot save ya
Ain't gon' pass you to the gang, I'ma fuck with you later
I been off it and I'ma stay there

[Chorus:]
Oh shit, oh shit
My life still loading
I been solo, yeah, workin' on my dolie