Текст песни
Loafed up I'm out of my body
Pass me the mic
Watch me go crazy
This Rap shit is a hobby
Loafs in the game
You niggas still stuck In the lobby
Kick shit karate
God damn I'm hotter than that nigga Bobby
Why niggas still tracing
They can't even copy
They think they can slow me down
Can't even stop me
My neck
My wrist
My mouth
That shit on hockey
Bling
They main bitch on my cock
He throwing shade
Why he tryna block me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
These niggas don't get no money
These niggas don't get no hoes
These niggas cant hang with loaf
4Ls the squad I'm with my bros
Everyday we smacking them 4s
You cant hand around the gang
'Cause most you niggas hoes
Loaf ain't this
Loaf ain't that
Niggas be talking ain't speaking no facts
His bitch on me
She like my car
She hop right in
She getting crack
Bad bitch on me
Better call yo friend
'Cause me and the bros run in a pack
Everybody got motion
We love hoes
And racks on racks on racks
Loafed up I'm out of my body
Pass me the mic
Watch me go crazy
This rap shit is a hobby
Loafs in the game
You niggas still stuck In the lobby
Kick shit karate
God damn I'm hotter than that nigga Bobby