Loso Loaded – Whole Lotta lyrics

[Chorus]
Dead fresh with a whole lot of money
Summer, Winter time, doing a whole lot of stuntin'
How you turnt up doing a whole lot of nothin'?
Convicts in my hood, we doing a whole lot of bustin'
Add the paper and subtract all the haters
Gated residential with a whole lot of acres
Hundred deep with a whole lot of takers
Hella juice, got a whole lot of flavors

[Verse: Loso Loaded]
Sippin' syrup, got a whole lot of maple (Whole lot of maple)
Mob shit, eat my plate at the table (Mob shit)
Dead fresh, nigga I don't pick and choose (No, no)
Alexander, I don't rock Jimmy Choo's (No, no)
Whole lot of that, a whole lot of this (Wo-Wop)
Ears, fingers, neck, and my wrist is on glisten
Dead fresh nigga, head to toe with my swag (Toe with my swag)
All my bases loaded, I got lil bitches mad (Lil bitch, leave me alone)
I'ma turn up, give a fuck how you feel (Fuck how you feel)
And I'm still hungry like I ain't had a meal (Ain't had a meal)
I want everything, go and taking this shit (Everything)
All my OGs drillin' and they still doing hits

[Chorus: Loso Loaded]
Dead fresh with a whole lot of money
Summer, Winter time, doing a whole lot of stuntin'
How you turnt up doing a whole lot of nothin'?
Convicts in my hood, we doing a whole lot of bustin'
Add the paper and subtract all the haters
Gated residential with a whole lot of acres
Hundred deep with a whole lot of takers
Hella juice, got a whole lot of flavors


[Verse 2: Loso Loaded]
John Gotti, call a whole lot of shots (Whole lot of shots)
I be in the kitchen 'round a whole lot of pots (Skrrt, skrrt)
I might get the check and spaz (Spaz)
Amiri Jeans, put two thou' on my ass
To the top, we took elevators up
Real niggas, they can't never get enough
Balenciaga, no shoe laces
Grind for a whole bunch of faces (Grind, grind, grind)
Damn a nigga down the road, waiting on appeal, caught a whole bunch of cases
Ten K, it's on me (Ten K)
Supreme on my bags (Supreme on my bags)
Whole lot of money (Whole lot of money)
Whole lot of cash (Whole lot of cash)
Yeah, young niggas with me (Young niggas with me)
Whole lot of guns (Whole lot of guns)
Brought out that bag for a whole lot of bonds (Cash)
Know he gon' squeal (Know he gon' squeal)
He so see through (He so see through)
Loso Loaded pieces, yeah my necklace a fool (Loso Loaded, yeah)

[Chorus: Loso Loaded]
Dead fresh with a whole lot of money
Summer, Winter time, doing a whole lot of stuntin'
How you turnt up doing a whole lot of nothin'?
Convicts in my hood, we doing a whole lot of bustin'
Add the paper and subtract all the haters
Gated residential with a whole lot of acres
Hundred deep with a whole lot of takers
Hella juice, got a whole lot of flavors