Loyal
Gucci Mane feat. Richie Wess
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Mr. Zone 6er, rock 2 pistols
Mr. Zone 6er, rock 2 pistols
Fuck 3 sisters, iced out crystals
Mr. Zone 6er, Mr. Zone 6er
I'm too hood, I'm too turnt
Ain't been an hour and a quarter pound burnt
Mr. Zone 6er, rock 2 pistols
Fuck 3 sisters, iced out crystals
Tell you like you wanna know, iced out shawty gotta glow
New block party and you better know
Fucking bitches every show, one for the cheese
Two for the keys, three for the fees, four for the OG's
I'm so sleeze, I hit your main squeeze
Rolling on 30s, like we rolling on D's
Bitch Gucci Guwop, in a soft top Beemer
That's convertible top
I'm too fucking loyal
You too fucking spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off that hard
See Brick Squad we ball (Brick Squad)
The bar getting high, the bar getting high, the bar getting high
We balling out, we balling out, we balling out
I'm too fucking loyal
Who's the hottest in the game? Bitch, I'm up next
Place your bet, it's Richie West, cut the check
20 Bands on my wrist, before the deal
5 Bands, King of Diamonds, make him tip drill
Make that ass clap, but leave your cameras at home
No Kat Stacks, plus the hammer all chrome
You better back back, I'm smoking strong
500S on loud pack, you know about that
Yellow diamond neck, what's your occupation?
Bad red bone bitch, take her on vacation
I'm too fucking loyal, she so fucking spoiled
She wanna tell her friends, even her momma dem
I'm too fucking loyal
You too fucking spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off that hard
See Brick Squad we ball (Brick Squad)
The bar getting high, the bar getting high, the bar getting high
We balling out, we balling out, we balling out
I'm too fucking loyal
They said I'm steaming, I'm bubbling
Turn the fire up, you got loud, bring the fire
Call me a one hit wonder, I switch my flow up
Drop No Hands with Roscoe Dash, now I'm blown up
Everywhere you see me there's money on the ground
A1 jeans, it's me and the four pound
Higher than a motherfucker, smoke by the pound
I love to throw hundreds, screaming "stripper bitch drown"
Girls all around me run me down
I drink Obama White and Brown
Hands down, Brick Squad, we the shit
Waka Flocka Flame, the 2011 Money Mitch
I'm too fucking loyal
You too fucking spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off that hard
See Brick Squad we ball (Brick Squad)
The bar getting high, the bar getting high, the bar getting high
We balling out, we balling out, we balling out
I'm too fucking loyal