Az Chike Loose Cannon Lyrics

[Intro]
(Low the Great)

[Verse 1]
Okay, loose cannon, rude manish, can't stand it
I up cheese, I love bands, I'm a bandit
Bring 'em hell, got 'em screaming goddamn it
Got a lil' Latina, she shoot first, she speak Spanish
I'm a pop star, I pop Percs and pop niggas
Please don't ask me 'bout me, no nigga that's not with us
Nigga, get it right, get it wrong, you gon' get left
Before you beef with me, go get back, you gotta finish that
Nigga, you gotta boss up
In the field, throw up tackle, get him tossed up
I want him dead, bring his head, it don't cost much
Hit the club, let the gang in, yeah, all of us
Hundred bands, bitch, I'm the f*ckin' man
If I f*ck once, I'm guaranteed I can f*ck again
Niggas out of pocket, pocket watching, he's a f*ckin' fan
I'm the type of nigga get mad and go spend some bands

[Chorus]
Nigga, where your bread at?
Baby give me—yeah, where your head at?
You ain't beefin' 'bout no money, I'ma dead that
I could tell you boss up, but I already said that (Let's get it)
Nigga, where your bread at?
Baby give me—yeah, where your head at?
You ain't beefin' 'bout no money, I'ma dead that (I'ma dead that)
I could tell you boss up, but I already said that (Let's get it)

[Verse 2] Mr. Keep a Bad Bitch Case My Main One Tripping
Lil'-ass chain on his neck got me squntin'
Throw rocks and hot to handle, don't start somethin' you can't finish
Niggas love to run they mouth, leave that shit to the bitches
Never ran, do shit like a million (Like a million)
Never had to post another nigga bands
Tired of being humble, boy, that shit ain't got me nothing
I'm on the 'Gram every day posted up with at least a hundred, nigga
Yeah, put them lil' racks up
Sixty thou' in thirty days, that was last month
Price was high, but a nigga still gas up
Bitch, you a ho tryna wife, that don't add up
Every bitch I had crazy 'bout me
They done lied, they done cried, don't care what they say about me
Hate to see you doing good, laugh when you doing bad
That's why I never give a f*ck, up them racks, make 'em mad, bitch

[Chorus]
Nigga, where your bread at?
Baby give me—yeah, where your head at?
You ain't beefin' 'bout no money, I'ma dead that
I could tell you boss up, but I already said that (Let's get it)
Nigga, where your bread at?
Baby give me—yeah, where your head at?
You ain't beefin' 'bout no money, I'ma dead that (I'ma dead that)
I could tell you boss up, but I already said that (Let's get it)