Fully Loaded Lyrics – Trippie Redd & Future & Lil Baby

[Intro: The Undertaker]
Austin, what it is I want is your blood
Fully loaded
(Loesoe going crazy)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Fully loaded chopper, yeah, that b!tch'll leave a stain
Got a fully loaded chopper and the bullets say your name
On that f**k sh!t, all the opps that I overcame
Know we bust sh!t, fully loaded, hit 'em in the brain
On that tough sh!t, end your ass and put you in the grave
Mask up, b!tch, and we turnt like we at a rave
All black whip, all black fit, Bruce Wayne
OFF-WHITE on my b!tch and my Richard Mille plain
Oh sh!t, they say we insane (Sh!t)
Oh sh!t, they onе in the same (Sh!t)
Oh sh!t, look at how far we camе (Bop)
Oh sh!t, fully loaded clip (Brrt)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded

[Verse 2: Future]
If I ain't had sh!t
I still could f**k bad b!tches
It's what it sound like
Ferrari coming through the trenches
Where that Hellcat?
Where that 'Hawk?
Where that Demon at?
If I'm out of there, leaving blood where the scene at
Young millionaires with some goons and they fiending
Popping up, popping up, Cubans on Fiji
Rack 'em up, stack 'em up, hit 'em up, squeeze it
Went berserk, went to work, sent a n!gga to Jesus
If you ain't gang-gang, you can't hang and I mean it
Ain't no way in the hell
We going anywhere without a cutter (Cutter)
Putting that on my, uh
And I'm live from the gutter (Gutter)
Posted up with shooters
Treating 'em like twin brothers (Pluto)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Future]
Fully loaded (Pluto), fully loaded (Pluto)
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Fully loaded clip, fully loaded clip
Just got off the plane, we finna take a trip
Middle fingers up, middle fingers up
Me and drugs got a relationship
I done took too much, I think the walls tryna move
Middle of St. Barts, I'm on the yacht
It look like a cruise ship
Middle of the projects
Got a chop', look like a pool stick
They was acting stop me on the sideline
They ain't doing sh!t
I'm just tryna vibe here
Go to night when that shroom hit
Why you telling lies? You know that you a b!tch
Mm, mm, she want another piece
Oh, oh, she want another piece

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded
Fully loaded, fully loaded