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Loaded Lyrics by Jake Snyder

Black Friday - Single

2024

Intro:

(The Determining Factor)
Jake
Hardest mother fucker in the game, ain’t even came up
Yeah
I’m on my shit again
Yeah
I’m talking shit again
Yeah
Fuck with me
Yeah, Uh

Hook:

When you see me rolling with the homies, that’s when we be getting lit
Walk in the the room and it’s a cloud of smoke, we just burned down a zip
Doing like 90 in the 30, fuck, I might just crash the whip
And if you tryna get it popping, we can pop you with these sticks
When you see me rolling with the homies, that’s when wе be getting lit
Walk in the thе room and it’s a cloud of smoke, we just burned down a zip
Doing like 90 in the 30, fuck, I might just crash the whip
And if you tryna get it popping, we can pop you with these sticks

Verse:

Yeah, Uh
Man I’m getting tired of all this wining and bitching, so I’m finna make an objection
If you ain’t tryna be a part the solution, then stay the fuck out my direction
Half of these dudes out here trying to fuck in their free time, they’re all controlled by an erection
Half of these bitches out here tryna use you for money but act like they want a connection, this shit is pathetic
Bitch I’m eccentric
Iced out my wrist and my mother fucking pendant, I’m feeling electric
Put me inside of the booth with a mic and I’ll show you a legend
I feel like I’m getting it
Ain’t got no pedestal ‘cause I know mother fuckers out here on petty shit
I keep it genuine just like a gentleman, and if the wheels fall off, I’m still pedaling
Got the bag and I’m lit, finna pop shit
Yeah I Get Around on some Pac shit
Back then, I was all out of options
But you gone fly when you locked in the cockpit
Pockets on swole like they all doing cross-fit
Smoking on big dope strait from the tropics
Met this chick and we fucked then I blocked her
‘Cause that bitch way too loud and obnoxious
Talking out my subconscious:
I hear all the nonsense
They want me flop, but I’m here for the progress
I’m way out of pocket
I’m filled with the knowledge
You can find me swimming in ocean with the Loch Ness
They tell me to stop, but ain’t no way you can stop this
I’m Shaq going for the slam, you can’t block this
I’m taking these risks, and I been risking a lot, but if I get knocked down, bet I remain conscious
Keep ‘em at a safe distance
Mother fucker, I’m the G.O.A.T. by definition
Man these hoes tryna send their Amazon Wishlist
Tryna say their OnlyFans is an online business
Hit em’ when the times ticking
You ain’t spitting? Get the hell off of the mic bitch
I’m not a poet but can definitely write shit
I feel like Charizard the way that I ignite shit
What’s the move, we gone get that shit
Ain’t nobody fucking with the penmanship
Heard you that you be fucking with a crackhead chick
That hoe hit me up for the get back sex
I was like fuck that, you a nasty bitch
Pussy so deadly, call a ambulance
Had to put myself up in a faster whip
Weed so loud, thought it was flatulence
And I got 16 shots for your bitch ass, mother fucker, I don’t even gotta switch once
Hopping on the e-way, shift down, swerving, windows rolled down with the speakers turned up
I already cleared the whole table, only ball left is the 8-ball, you know I’m clutch
Tell that lil’ bussdown bitch take a shower ‘fore we fuck
I don’t let my kids play in the mud
I chill with the plug, if you need hit me up
Diamonds be hitting, they not in the rough
Never gave up even when it got tough
I’m solid as steel, I’m someone to trust
Don’t fuck with the xannies and cut off percs
Put down the lean, even if it hurts
All of these people living on prescriptions…
Is it addiction or actually works?
I’m a different level than I was a while ago
Hundred million styles, hundred thousands flows
Got a chick, she think I’m fucking ‘round with hoes
Really I be making music, blowing O’s
If you think you’re better, homie then do better
Gun getting boring, I need a new Beretta
Hit up the homie, “What you tryna do later?”
He know some parties, you know they gone go crazy
They go crazy, I’m finna pop out looking like Pat Swayze
Everyone know me / wanna hear me say shit
“Spit a freestyle, do something amazing”
I be like…
“Write up the payment”
This shit ain’t free man, this shit dedication
I’m on a yacht on a fucking vacation
Getting to it mother fucker, stop playing

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