Lyrics Reload - 38 Spesh

Reload

Nigga, I flip raw
I fucks with different hoes
Put bricks in them hoes' house (Uh)
I don’t give them bitches shit
Dick in them hoes mouth
I tell a bitch, «You want to be down with the clique?» (Then what?)
Then hold down this brick (What else?)
Hold down these chips (What else?)
Hold down this fifth (What else?)
Hold down these clips (Uh-huh)
Hold down this dick (Right)
And I’ma hold down the strip
I’m from a place where niggas rat (Uh)
Little niggas’ll clap
Got a gun charge pendin' but nigga I’m still strapped (Woo)
Run up on my car and get yo' shit peeled back (Tell 'em again)
Run up on my car and get yo' shit peeled back
Make money off of crack, spend it and make it back (What else?)
Flip it and let it stack
Haha, you like that? (Right)
Mac got ten (Ooh) T got seven (Damn)
P got six 'cause we not tellin', nigga
Money, cars and clothes (Uh)
That’s all I know (Right)
I ain’t worried 'bout no hoes (Uh-uh)
I’m grindin', get this doe (Uh)
I’m a pimp (Uh) I’m a mac (Uh)
I’ma fight (Uh) I’ma scrap (Uh)
I’ma shoot (Uh) I’ma clap (Uh)
Hell yeah (Uh) You know I’m strapped (Woo)
Fo'-fifths and fo'-fo's (Fo'-fo's)
That’s all I hold (Hold)
Fill his ass up with holes (With holes)
Dump dump, reload (Reload)
Dump dump, reload (Reload)
Dump dump, reload (Reload)
Dump dump, reload (Reload)
Dump dump, reload (Uh, let’s go)
Nigga, I live the hard life (Uh)
Huh, what about you? (What about you?)
I just turned twenty-two (Uh-huh)
Was broke then my money grew (Let's go)
Young nigga comin' through (Uh)
Twenty-twos (Uh) on the coupe (Uh)
I’m the one who your honey blew
Her I don’t give no money to (Uh-uh)
Funny dude, to tell the truth
Before she see somethin' new (What?)
She’ll probably have to sit up in this trap for a month or two (Right)
Honey do keep the money comin' through (Uh)
What it do? (Uh)
I leave her with a gun or two (Uh)
'Til she can feel comfortable (Uh)
Woo, niggas want a deuce (Deuce)
Watch who you front it to (To)
These niggas’ll take the work and come with some dumb excuse (Woo)
Like, «I ain’t gonna shoot» (Shoot)
Let 'bout a hundred loose (Loose)
Niggas wanted war
Now they want a truce (Uh)
I came a long way from paper chasin'
Grindin', wearin' my brother boots (Woo)
Now me and my brother switchin' up different color coupes
Like, what it do?
You want a few? I’m comin' through (Uh)
That’s wonderful (Uh)
Just have all my money, dude (Uh)
You know I keep it
Money, cars and clothes (Uh)
That’s all I know (Right)
I ain’t worried 'bout no hoes (Uh-uh)
I’m grindin', get this doe (Uh)
I’m a pimp (Uh) I’m a mac (Uh)
I’ma fight (Uh) I’ma scrap (Uh)
I’ma shoot (Uh) I’ma clap (Uh)
Hell yeah (Uh) you know I’m strapped (Woo)
Fo'-fifths and fo'-fo's (Fo'-fo's)
That’s all I hold (Hold)
Fill his ass up with holes (With holes)
Dump dump, reload (Reload)
Dump dump, reload (Reload)
Dump dump, reload (Reload)
Dump dump, reload (Reload)
Dump dump, reload (Let's go)