[Intro – slow second-line snare, brass tease]
Yeah, cher… creep on in, baby
Ridin’ high on the load, but I’m broke tonight
All I got is five… I got five, I got five… grrt!
[Chorus – raspy chant, brass swell]
I got five on the load, grab your four, let’s get keyed
I got five on the load, fentanyl in the weed
I got five on the load, stuck like glue, drip bussin’
I got five on the load, potna, half on the brick, bet
[Verse 1 – low growl, swampy flute]
Plug, hand me the pack, I might just chill
But I’m the type to lace a joint like Luniz , real
Steal dozas, spit when I puff angel dust
Dipped in heroine, no ick, sus if you can’t trust
Roll fat in the back of the 23 Range, black as night
Roll tight, roll right, roll strange, all tight
Coke lines on the dash, fent in the blunt
Heroine in the hempa, burn slow, no front
I got five on the load, Qyat, coke, or dust
GOAT rizz in the boot, Van Cleef dripping on the crust
Creole queen whisper, “Papi, let the gumbo cook”
Gumbo thick, but the draco in the book
I got five on the load, grab your four, let’s get keyed
I got five on the load, angel dust with the weed
I got five on the load, stuck, drip on fleek
I got five on the load, potna, half on the brick
[Chorus – crowd call & response]
I got five on the load, grab your four, let’s get keyed
I got five on the load, fentanyl in the weed
I got five on the load, stuck like glue, drip bussin’
I got five on the load, potna, half on the brick, bet
[Verse 2 – bounce tempo, trumpet riffs]
Take a line to the face whenever I can
Fuck a crush, sniff coke till it burn my hand, real
Next time roll it in a doza to burn slow
No ick in the ash, brah, you know how it go
Shorties wanna hit, but they gotta pitch in, no cap
Roll a blunt longer than your extension, snap
I’ll be damned if you get high off me for free
Fuck that, bring your own load, chief
Wassup? Don’t babysit, pass the joint
Stop hittin’ if you sus, you got asthma, move
Crack a forty open, homie, and guzzle it
Weed in my system lonely, but the fent keep it company
Gumbo on the stove, dripping sauce on the load
Gotta take a piss test for my P.O.
(Get out my store!)
Man, I ain’t trippin’
I got five on the load, grab your four, let’s get keyed
I got five on the load, heroine with the weed
I got five on the load, stuck, drip on fleek
I got five on the load, potna, half on the brick
[Chorus – brass roar, crowd chant]
I got five on the load, grab your four, let’s get keyed
I got five on the load, fentanyl in the weed
I got five on the load, stuck like glue, drip bussin’
I got five on the load, potna, half on the brick, bet
[Outro – brass fade, 808 rumble]
Yeah… bet, cher
I got five on the load (five on the load)
I got five on the load (five on the load)
I got five on the load (five on the load)
I got five on the load (five on the load)
GOAT rizz, no ick… gumbo dripping, NOLA forever, baby.