Slim Dunkin - Too Loyal lyrics

Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols (BOW) [2X] f**ed 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**ed 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**in b**hes 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**in loyal; you too f**in spoiled b**h 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**in 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**er I smoked 'bout a pound I love to throw hundreds screamin stripper b**h drown! Girls all around me run me down I drink, go bomb, [?] me round Pants down, Brick Squad we the sh** Waka Flocka Flame the 2011 [?] Mitch I'm too f**in loyal; you too f**in spoiled b**h 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**in loyal [Slim Dunkin] Brick Squad young'n Catch me with a groupie chick, I be on my groupie sh** Hotel, motel, try and shoot a groupie flick Bang bang, skeet skeet, Sturdy Pete, blew the crib Dumped out the flag f**, 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***a, put down I'm so f**in loyal Gucci tellin me to sit down I'm too f**in loyal; you too f**in spoiled b**h 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**in loyal