Reloaded Lyrics by Fredo Bang & Rob49
Yeah, n** know shit from sugar
N** know real from fake he sins, up stuck to the ceiling
I’m know to get ’em off, yeah, Big 49, my daddy’s son
I’m staying on the scene, I play for keeps, don’t play with us
Stepping in them trenches, no pictures, don’t like attention
I’m a demon’s seed, they still can’t figure out these killings
My bitch a Nina, she a keeper, she skeet everytime I finger tease her
I ran a n** down to my demons, I keep that dog around like Peter
Got a fifty-round drum in the back of that trunk, he pull in, we gettin’ him done
My lil’ gangsta wanna kill, I gave him the word, now he my son
Catch his ho, knocked off her bun, he speak on business, cut his tongue
We fuck n*** up for fun, he still breathing? We ain’t done
Yeah, we fuck n***’ hoes, I throw my fours up for the four
Just leave the door unlocked, I’m in the trap, my mama know
Still stealing out the store, a millionaire with shit to lose
These n*** pick and choose, I ain’t got picks, these n*** fruit
I tell a bitch to throw it back, we get pulled over, she stuff her cat
Ross is trapping in the 9, this bitch doing jumping jacks
Whip that choppa through the house, if you wanna live, better hit that floor
And I’m not tripping on no ho, I’ll feed a bitch a 4-for-4
Yeah, n** know shit from sugar
N** know real from fake he sins, up stuck to the ceiling
I’m know to get ’em off, yeah, Big 49, my daddy’s son
I’m staying on the scene, I play for keeps, don’t play with us
Stepping in them trenches, no pictures, don’t like attention
I’m a demon’s seed, they still can’t figure out these killings
My bitch a Nina, she a keeper, she skeet everytime I finger tease her
I ran a n** down to my demons, I keep that dog around like Peter, yeah
Catch ’em n*** dying, they know not to try us
The only thing I’m running from is sirens
Alright, I’m richer than Lil’ Roddy, I still be in the project
My brother play with white like he a Nazi
Alright, Fredo, Fredo Bang bang when you see him
Big 49, he the trapper of the year
I got bitches, make ’em do it by theyself
While I’m still posted at my project on the step
Yeah, yeah, don’t say too much when I come through, these n*** know the biz
I got her ass and titties done, I damn near bought a bitch
I’m in the ‘Vette 200 dash, I’m doing savage shit
49 fly bitches to Miami just to kiss they tits
She don’t take pills, she want a G6 down her throat, though
I get ’em turnt then put my thumb all in her A-hole
Ain’t got no gun, ain’t got no case, that’s why the case closed
I spent a sixty on this chain, they ain’t gon’ touch nothing