Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh, uh-uh-uh-oh
Her nigga say I got a Gucci purse
But what I got in this purse'll get 'em murked (Pew, woo, bing)
Load 'em up, put 'em in a hearse
Yeah, yuh, yuh, skrrt, skrrt (Load 'em up)
Yeah, what (Skrrt, woo)
Her nigga say I got a Gucci purse (Uh-huh)
But what I got in here'll prolly get him murked (Uh-huh)
Load it up, let it go, he in a hearse (Uh-huh)
Ballin' out super hard, Kyrie Irv' (Uh-huh)
And her nigga say I got the Louis purse (Uh-huh)
But what I got in here'll prolly get him murked (Uh-huh)
Load it up, let it go, get him murked (Uh-huh)
Every day, I ball out, Kyrie Irving (Uh-huh)
I'ma swerve in the suburbs off the Bourbon (Woah-woah)
Off a Perky, I'm a whole different person (Woah-woah)
On my IG, shit, she be lurkin' (Woah-woah)
On some high-key shit, my heart hurtin' (Mm-mm)
I can't never trust a ho again, no, no, no (No)
Run up on me, load it up, and then I let it go (Go)
.40 give a nigga a kiss like a mistletoe (Woah)
Only take one shot bitch, I ain't missin' ho (Yeah)
Shoot my shot with any bitch, but I ain't missin' ho (Yeah)
I may love her while I fuck her, I won't miss her though (Yeah)
All the lies that she told to my earlobe (Yeah)
In her eyes, I'm still her hero (Yeah)
Bank account got commas and zeros (Woo, pew-pew, yeah)
You don't wanna know how much they got me for (Yeah)
Really love it when you suck me sloppy, ho (Yeah)
Turn a nigga brains into sloppy joe, woah (Baow, baow, yeah)
Her nigga say I got the Gucci purse
But what I got in this purse'll get 'em murked (Gang, gang, gang)
Load 'em up, put 'em in a hearse (Gang, 9-9-9, woah)
Load 'em up
Her nigga say I got a Gucci purse (Uh-huh)
But what I got in here'll prolly get him murked (Uh-huh)
Load it up, let it go, he in a hearse (Uh-huh)
Ballin' out super hard, Kyrie Irv' (Uh-huh)
And her nigga say I got the Louis purse
But what I got in here'll prolly get him murked (Uh-huh)
Load it up, let it go, get him murked (Uh-huh)
Every day, I ball out, Kyrie Irving (Uh-huh)