I Got Loud

[Verse 1: Kehlani]

Boardin the plain with a backpack

Nerves on 10 cause it's loud pack

Back to the east, with a pound of the purp in a sutecase, yeah, you know I got that

Hope the TSA don't smell that

Don't take my shit, I gotta sell that

We don't eat if I don't break bread, I'm survin that juggin, baby, don't you get that?

Big homie call from the city

Said he's looking to get lifted

Said "I got what you need"

Never expected a young thing like me to be moving

You know I got that flame

Straight from the O, it's so new, ain't even got a name

Shit's so strong, it ain't even got a name

Just know I got that loud

[Verse 2: London Jae]

Sell me something

She only smoke a few

I hit it

I ain't tryna pop a perk

How you living?

Did I mention that you can get the bag to me?

Lil baby, right in the city

Trap and trappin, doin numbers

Got a bad ass plug, straight from Benny Honna

She lay them bags on the boy

Bring them out

2500 bags of gass, that be a lot

[Verse 3: Kehlani]

Big homie said that he loved it

Traided pounds of loud for them buckets

And the trap is real, and it really go down, and I can make it seem like I love it

See I don't speak on shit that ain't something

And I don't write no song with no substance

And it ain't no way that I know what I say, and I flip some shit like it's nothing

Mommy, hollar when you done fflexing

If you come up here, it's a blessing

Got my head to the sky, cause you know that I'm forever finessing

Boy, stop with all that talking

I can tell by the way you walking

That  you ain't been a thug, and you never sold drugs, you a petty nigga, quit flossing

I got loud

[Verse 4: London Jae]

You know  how they do

You get money bitch, I do too

I don't know about you, but your name, I do

That fresh, that frost, nigga, shame on you

That's a whole nother issue

Baby, back to the money

Tryna stack me up some hundreds

Fuck up some kommas

Got a million on my mind,already worth a couple hundred

Do the numbers

Balling hard all summer

I keep that loud, Magic City

Numbers on point, you fuckin with me

2 grams in the trunk, fuckin with me

My bad, the pounds, I had to hit it

Shot of Patrone, before I hit the road

Ever since, a motherfucker stick to the coad

Got them all off, now I'm on my way back

Countin it all up in my new Benz, I'm straight up

Getting money bitch, Atlanta shit

Plug in real life, showing all these niggas ain't a damb thing funny