Loyal (feat. Richie Wess)

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