Loyal (feat. Waka Flocka, Richie Wess) - Gucci Mane
Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols (BOW)
F**ked three sisters, iced out crystals
Mi-Mr. Zone 6'er, Mi-Mr. Zoner 6'er
I'm too hood, I'm too turnt (turnt)
Ain't been an hour and a quarter pound burnt
Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols (BOW)
F**ked three sisters, iced out crystals
Tell you like you wanna know, iced out shorty
Got a glow, blue block party, and you better know (POW)
F**kin b**ches every show, one for the cheese
Two for the ki's, three's for the P's, go for the O.G.'s
I'm so sleaze I hit your main squeeze (geah)
Rollin on 30's, like you rollin on D's (wow)
It beez Gucci Goo-Wop
In the South top Beemer that's convertible top
I'm too f**kin loyal; you too f**kin spoiled
B**ch I'm gone off that hard, Brick Squad we barred
Them boys are high
We ballin out
- I'm too f**kin loyal
They said I'm steamin, I'm bubblin, from the fire up
You got loud better fire it up
Call me a one-hit wonder I'll switch my flow up
Drop"No Hands" with Roscoe Dash, now I've blowin up
I'm (ballin out) everywhere you see me is money on the ground
'Caine one bleaches me, in for a pound (flags)
Higher than a motherf**ker I smoked 'bout a pound
I love to throw hundreds screamin stripper b**ch drown!
Girls all around me run me down
I drink, go bomb,
me round
Pants down, Brick Squad we the sh*t
Waka Flocka Flame the 2011
Mitch
Brick Squad young'n
Catch me with a groupie chick, I be on my groupie sh*t
Hotel, motel, try and shoot a groupie flick
Bang bang, skeet skeet, Sturdy Pete, blew the crib
Dumped out the flag f**k, coolin with the stewardess
Hoe like OH MY GOD, look in my garage
This ain't no facade, sleepwalkin on them bars
I got me on free, link get me the Z
Red Bull give me wings, pit be robbin ching
Money I'ma get to it, neckpiece, igloo it
Shoot a hundred bet a hundred crapped out and redo it
It ain't nuttin to a boss ni**a, put down
I'm so f**kin loyal Gucci tellin me to sit down
