Too Loyal - Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka Flame, Slim Dunkin

Fucked 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)

Fucked 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)

Fuckin bitches 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 fuckin loyal;

you too fuckin spoiled

Bitch I’m gone off that hard, Brick Squad we barred

Them boys are high

We ballin out — I’m too fuckin 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 motherfucker I smoked 'bout a pound

I love to throw hundreds screamin stripper bitch drown!

Girls all around me run me down

I drink, go bomb, me round

Pants down, Brick Squad we the shit

Waka Flocka Flame the 2011 Mitch

Brick Squad young’n

Catch me with a groupie chick, I be on my groupie shit

Hotel, motel, try and shoot a groupie flick

Bang bang, skeet skeet, Sturdy Pete, blew the crib

Dumped out the flag fuck, 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 nigga, put down

I’m so fuckin loyal Gucci tellin me to sit down