RELOAD!

[Intro: Karm The Tool] (If I was a gun) Chopper hit you in the chest, four tearing through your flesh (Bitch) Two hit you in the neck, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh I don’t care if he was dead, had to see if he was next (Flesh) Lord forgive me for the next dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead [Verse 1: Ezekiel] Bitch I’m bouta’ reload, I can't fall down So make it unfold, but, fuck it, I'm damned We came for your throat, we're aiming for your legs We're aiming with the rest, we're friends of [?] How you like me now? You thought that I was dead Your graves had overseers, but baby I might defend them tight Fuck you talking 'bout? You got fear with the dead Straight to the head, then maybe should've said [Verse 2: Yung Skayda] I just wanna party your rise paradise I really hit the line and you ask what I'm taking If you're scared to drown in the deep then you're not scared of going too deep in Love, sex, drugs, paradise is the dead kind of life that you picked up on the weekend I don't mean to sound like I’m wild I'm so excited, I hear your heart beating [Verse 3: Karm The Tool & Ezekiel] I think they're up to something I feel the pressure coming I think the answers up and go, go, go, go I think I’m dead or something I feel my head a-rushing I can’t get up but we just go, go, go, go Pow-pow-pow, go, go, go You're the shit, I'm a [?] Tie that [?] hands up [?] the floor [?] [?] ammo We get— We get masked up We get masked up [Pre-Chorus: Karm The Tool] I can’t let go of some better things I can just go, also I can bang I'm in my throne hating everything Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah) [Chorus: Karm The Tool] Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah) Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah) Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah) Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah) [Post Chorus: Yung Skayda & Karm The Tool] [?] Trust me, I can feel my axe Sweeter than honey, so nice [?] Bigger than a [?] Fuck you, [?] not the same Trust me, I can feel my axe I'm a [?] to handle this (Ah) [?] that I can feel the same Sorry you cannot [?] Okay, [?] We can [?] while they can [?] [?] [Verse 4: Karm The Tool] (Twenty-three hit you in the face) Black leather, that’s spray paint, I’m shy but that K ain’t Stay strapped when them friends talk and them feds come kicking in the door I could lose all my conscious Hate myself, I’m too toxic Suck my dick and just taste bit of what turns you niggas into whores [Pre-Chorus: Karm The Tool] I can’t let go of some better things I can just go, also I can bang I'm in my throne hating everything Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah) [Chorus: Karm The Tool] Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah) Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah) Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah) Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies