Too Loyal - Gucci Mane feat Slim Dunkin
Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols (BOW) [2X]
F_cked three sisters, iced out crystals
Mi-Mr. Zone 6'er, Mi-Mr. Zoner 6'er
[Gucci Mane]
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_cked 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_ckin b_tches every show, one for the cheese
Two for the ki's, three's for the P's, four 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 big Gucci Goo-Wop
In the south top Beemer-that's convertible top
[Gucci Mane]
I'm too f_ckin loyal; you too f_ckin spoiled
B_tch I'm gone off that hard, Brick Squad we barred
Them boys are high ,Them boys are high, Them boys are high
We ballin out, We ballin out, We ballin out, I'm too f_ckin loyal
[Waka Flocka Flame]
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_cker I smoked 'bout a pound
I love to throw hundreds screamin stripper b_tch 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
I'm too f_ckin loyal; you too f_ckin spoiled
B_tch I'm gone off that hard, Brick Squad we barred
Them boys are high ,Them boys are high, Them boys are high
We ballin out, We ballin out, We ballin out, I'm too f_ckin loyal
[Slim Dunkin]
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_ck, coolin with the stewardess
Ho 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'mma get to it, neckpiece, igloo it
Shoot a hundred bet a hundred crapped out and redo it
It ain't nuttin to a boss n_gga, put down
I'm so f_ckin loyal Gucci tellin me to sit down
I'm too f_ckin loyal; you too f_ckin spoiled
B_tch I'm gone off that hard, Brick Squad we barred
Them boys are high, Them boys are high,Them boys are high
We ballin out, We ballin out, We ballin out, I'm too f_ckin loyal