The Load

[Intro: Gucci Mane]

Honorable C.N.O.T.E

Wop

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Well my day startin' crazy, my pack ain't fuckin' make it

The feds investigating, some of my niggas turned fugazi

I keep gunners with me lately, they might gun you down for nathin'

El Gato is my code name, don't ever call me Radric

Crystal coke and crystal meth, so icy entertainment

I'm gangster but I'm famous, bitch I'm armed and I'm dangerous

Diamonds on me blinkin' mane, fuck what niggas thinkin' mane

Guwop gon' keep gettin' it mane, long as they keep printin' it mane

Play with me, regret it

This ain't that synthetic

Y'all boys too pathetic

You don't got it then go get it

Cartel, I'm connected

El Gato, respect it

Two Asian plugs with hella drugs

Call them Redman and Method

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over

I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over

Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over

It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda

Count the money over, and feed the junky sober

Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over

Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over

High grade, upscale, top-notch yola

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]

Fuck the police, that's the code we honor

Your bitch on my drip, I poured it on her

Diamonds on fleek, I'm cold, pneumonia

Me and Wop sitting at the top

Millionaires out the cell block

I ain't never gotta sell blocks

When I get bored I buy a new watch

Went to the lot and bought my bitch a drop

Now I'm on fire, I burn a nigga

They ain't gave me shit, I earned it nigga

Me and Marlo really gettin' them loads

Ask the streets, everybody know

Spend my show money on clothes

Trap stay bunking, we don't close

Runnin' with slime, they'll wipe your nose

I'm from the gutter, throwing up fours

I'm back on my shit, I'm dripping waterfall

Did a bid, came back, then I brushed it off

Shooters, they gon' shoot on my command

Pop a nigga noggin like a xan

All I ever needed was a chance

Now I got a whole lot of bands

Now I got a whole lot of fans

Tucking my strap in at my shows

Double Rollies, want a white one, a gold

Never stopping and I'm always on go

In the back of the back, I got the curtains closed

Trap spot, tryna get off the load

I'm like Luda, I been slanging them bows

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over

I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over

Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over

It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda

Count the money over, and feed the junky sober

Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over

Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over

High grade, upscale, top-notch yola

[Verse 3: Marlo]

I been having a real crazy day, but them packs man I'm gettin' paid

Got G8 on the cell floor, he done poked a nigga with a switchblade

I done stayed down with my own, nigga I done came up with my own way

Zone 1 rebel, got more pistols than an arcade

And Marlo is my real name, don't ever call me rude

Act a fool, and I been a damn gangster with them tools

Young nigga make the rules, break the rules

I been a gangster, I make the news

Do script and pack with Lil Baby food

Goose say we're goin' real crazy, ooh

And the load gettin' real real closer

And I hope the dope just came up out the water

And I put that fish scale in that water

Make it double up and get real real harder

And if it [?] go real real farther, yeah

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over

I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over

Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over

It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda

Count the money over, and feed the junky sober

Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over

Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over

High grade, upscale, top-notch yola