Okay, Sweet Da Kid belongs to Camden
Now if I ever, I mean ever, catch you around here again
You die
(I'm reloaded)
(Okay)

P-P-Put it in we dropping
On the block and got it locked in
Always blaze and they chopping
Turn they heads and they bopping
Got my bae Mary Poppins
She been trained like a jockey
Keep her chained in my pocket
And on chains when I lock it
Shit gon' spray like a rocket
Turning green when I cock it
Keep you froze like in hockey
Punching bag call it Rocky
Split your head when I pop it
Need a grave not a doctor
When the feds come a knocking
Don't know shit, don't know nothing

I'm reloaded (I'm reloaded)
I'm reloaded
I'm reloaded (Okay)
I'm reloaded
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I'm reloaded (Okay)
I'm reloaded

I move it and I pack it
Then I cut it, then I stack it
Shit I spend it and I stack it
Do the bid for selling yak-i
In the freezer yellow magic
Fit to re-up, now I'm back
My baby mama say I'm ratchet
Tell me don't make all that racket
About to kill her with my hatchet
Hope the blood don't stain my khakis
If they do I'll trade them back
For maybe blue or maybe black
Like Jerry Jack I hit the Mac
I bought a chain for twenty rack
I'm with my homeboys in a 'Lac
No empty chambers in my gat

I'm reloaded (I'm reloaded)
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I'm reloaded (Okay)
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R-R-Riding like we stunners
We sitting on twenty somethings
Trunk bumping a little humpty
They wouldn't when I in others
We pull up, the party jumping
I'm packing so if you want
Shit happens, you get to running
I'm keeping this shit one hundred
I'm chasing tail on these bunnies
I'm drinking jelly off tummies
I'm flipping cup with my buddies
They slacking back on they're studies
I'm capping cats who make funny
I'll patch your brain into putty
I'll snatch your chain in a hurry
And mark your mans with a flurry

I'm reloaded (I'm reloaded)
I'm reloaded
I'm reloaded (Okay)
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I'm reloaded (I'm reloaded)
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I'm reloaded (Okay)
I'm reloaded

You're fucking with the wrong guy, I swear
Okay
I don't fucking play no games
I'm no fucking puta
I know fucking things
You fuck with Sweet Da Kid
You're fucking with me
You're fucking with the best
I'm fucking pain in da ass, man
Okay

I'm reloaded (I'm reloaded)
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I'm reloaded (Okay)
I'm reloaded

No more mister nice guy

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): DWANE M. II WEIR, RYAN JUDE LUTZ