Loso Loaded
Fast Life
[Intro: PnB Rock]
Oh yeah
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Yeah, uh

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Racks on racks on racks, I got the bag
I'm loadin' cash, my b*t*h she bad
F**k 12, runnin' red lights, I'm doin' the dash
Young n***a got my bread right, so I'm livin' fast
Racks on racks on racks, I got the bag
I'm loadin' cash, my b*t*h she bad
F**k 12, runnin' red lights, I'm doin' the dash
Young n***a got my bread right, so I'm livin' fast

[Verse 1: Loso Loaded]
I got them racks, they on me
I got your b*t*h, she on me
She with me now, lil' n***a
We gettin' lit, lil' homie
Diamonds on me bust down
Young n***a poppin', boy look at me now
Got fifteen K up out the house
Done f**ked this sh*t up, stand up on the couch
Slap a n***a out for runnin' his mouth
That ain't really what he 'bout
I got racks and racks it came with the stack
Brand new whip, it come with new paper tags
Doin' millions, put that it down on my head
Broke a** n***a, you ain't spendin' no cash
Livin' like some crazy n***a might crash
Pull up, serve a brick straight out the Jag'
I ain't talking 'bout change, I ain't never been lame
Pulled up to the flame, damn I love my brain
These n***as Margielas, I don't do shoestrings
Dat b*t*h wanna f**k, run a choo-choo train
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Racks on racks on racks, I got the bag
I'm loadin' cash, my b*t*h she bad
F**k 12, runnin' red lights, I'm doin' the dash
Young n***a got my bread right, so I'm livin' fast
Racks on racks on racks, I got the bag
I'm loadin' cash, my b*t*h she bad
F**k 12, runnin' red lights, I'm doin' the dash
Young n***a got my bread right, so I'm livin' fast

[Verse 2: Loso Loaded]
Pull up on you, go two hundred
Straight A n***a, f**k a homo'
I done grinded through the summer
Started shinin' in the winter
I'ma eat a hundred thousand just for dinner
I got the bag, Loso Loaded never goin' out back
F**k the coppers, I'ma get on the gas
If this rapper sh*t don't work for a n***a
Then we out here kicking dope for the pack
Poppa say they ain't even know how to act
Ninth ward, put this sh*t on my back
I get the b***er, put that on the bread
All these hundreds, n***a check out the spread
Off-white, put that sh*t on my leg
Twenty thousand, I put that on your head
Get the pack and keep it goin', guess I took it, I ain't owin'
Hesitation, I don't do it, I just wake up and get to it
Forty thousand dollars shinin', put that sh*t around my neck
If she acting like a sl*t, I'ma treat her like a b*t*h
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Racks on racks on racks, I got the bag
I'm loadin' cash, my b*t*h she bad
F**k 12, runnin' red lights, I'm doin' the dash
Young n***a got my bread right, so I'm livin' fast
Racks on racks on racks, I got the bag
I'm loadin' cash, my b*t*h she bad
F**k 12, runnin' red lights, I'm doin' the dash
Young n***a got my bread right, so I'm livin' fast
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