Loyal
Shit. All of this shade coming right at me
Really really fake, can't ride with me
All of these snakes, they slithering
Cant ride with me, can't ride with me
All of this shade coming right at me
Really really fake can't ride with me
All of these snakes, they slithering
They slithering, they hiss at me
Shawty want the best, the best of me
I ain't gon fight, no WWE
Really really stuck in a misery
Cause you fucked up being an enemy
Train tracks back, now shiny teeth
Never take rough, no comfy sheets
Shawty want the best, I don't wanna go
But I told that hoe that she gotta go
Yeah she gotta go, Uh she gotta go
She gotta go, down
She gotta go
Go take a lap
Around the track, Yeah
She gotta go
I need to stay, no room for hoes, Yeah
She gotta go
Go take a lap, hop out the whip, Yeah
Hop out the whip, Yuh
Hop out the whip
Skrt Skrt Skrt
Claiming a check, Yuh
Claiming a check
Ching Ching Ching
Working for me, Yuh
Workin for Camo
Br, Br, Br
Saint Laurent Feet, It is a flex
Camo on Tee, cause I'm up next, uh
Up next, on the rap game
No flex, I don't need chains
Balmain, all on my jeans
Travis, Astroworld
My goal is to be the
Greatest, or one of the
Best ones, in history
I wanna make a change
Maybe I'll rap about shooting
Just for the clout
Maybe ill pop a xan or two
To get a fan
Nothing seems really new
Except me, I love to do this music
When I know what I'm doing
What I'm doing, yuh
I gotta break it then say it for once
There were some people that hated my guts
My stupid self did not let it all slide
The fact that they said my family should die
Nowadays they are just giving me bucks
Now I'm just chilling and not giving fucks
At the end of the day, they playing my music
They are the ones who just keep me moving
Keep on saying that I'll never make it
Keep on saying that my bars are basic
Keep on saying my flows repeated
Keep on hating on a young boy grinding
Keep on trying to ruin my dreams
Keep on hating on shit I think
Keep on saying that Camoflaw's ass and that Lil shit bitch will stay in the dirt
Go over there and pop all your percs
Go spend a Milly on pants and T-Shirts
Rap how you shootin' and shooting, burst
Sucks that I'm trying and trying to learn
Treating me like I'm a kid, the fuck?
Ice like a Polar Bear, you are a cub
I prefer Loyalty, over the love
Fuck all the love, I'm looking for trust
Shawty want the best, the best of me
I aint gon fight, no WWE
Really really stuck in a misery
Cause you fucked up being an enemy
Train tracks back, now shiny teeth
Never take rough, no comfy sheets
Shawty want the best, I don't wanna go
But i told that hoe that she gotta go
Yeah she gotta go, Uh she gotta go
She gotta go, down
She gotta go
Go take a lap
Around the track, Yeah
She gotta go
I need to stay, no room for hoes, Yeah
She gotta go
Go take a lap, hop out the whip, Yeah
Skrt skrt skrt
Hop in the whip and I don't need a bitch
Hop in the whip and I drift in a glimpse
Cosmic Demise, crazy, no cap
Makin the money, in the back of the cab
These bitches hatin the way that I rap
They say I mumble, bitch fuck that
You a little mouse caught in a rat trap
Keep a fat rack stuffed in my backpack
Fuck all the books I ain't learning like that
No ghostwriter put pen to the pad
You really slow, you like to lag
Tell me to blow up, I pushed the gas
They think of me when they see all the camo
I think of money and a fast green Lambo
Talk about 12 and how they manhandle
Know it's a fact, that I'm loyal, I'm Loyal
Really really fake, can't ride with me
All of these snakes, they slithering
Cant ride with me, can't ride with me
All of this shade coming right at me
Really really fake can't ride with me
All of these snakes, they slithering
They slithering, they hiss at me
Shawty want the best, the best of me
I ain't gon fight, no WWE
Really really stuck in a misery
Cause you fucked up being an enemy
Train tracks back, now shiny teeth
Never take rough, no comfy sheets
Shawty want the best, I don't wanna go
But I told that hoe that she gotta go
Yeah she gotta go, Uh she gotta go
She gotta go, down
She gotta go
Go take a lap
Around the track, Yeah
She gotta go
I need to stay, no room for hoes, Yeah
She gotta go
Go take a lap, hop out the whip, Yeah
Hop out the whip, Yuh
Hop out the whip
Skrt Skrt Skrt
Claiming a check, Yuh
Claiming a check
Ching Ching Ching
Working for me, Yuh
Workin for Camo
Br, Br, Br
Saint Laurent Feet, It is a flex
Camo on Tee, cause I'm up next, uh
Up next, on the rap game
No flex, I don't need chains
Balmain, all on my jeans
Travis, Astroworld
My goal is to be the
Greatest, or one of the
Best ones, in history
I wanna make a change
Maybe I'll rap about shooting
Just for the clout
Maybe ill pop a xan or two
To get a fan
Nothing seems really new
Except me, I love to do this music
When I know what I'm doing
What I'm doing, yuh
I gotta break it then say it for once
There were some people that hated my guts
My stupid self did not let it all slide
The fact that they said my family should die
Nowadays they are just giving me bucks
Now I'm just chilling and not giving fucks
At the end of the day, they playing my music
They are the ones who just keep me moving
Keep on saying that I'll never make it
Keep on saying that my bars are basic
Keep on saying my flows repeated
Keep on hating on a young boy grinding
Keep on trying to ruin my dreams
Keep on hating on shit I think
Keep on saying that Camoflaw's ass and that Lil shit bitch will stay in the dirt
Go over there and pop all your percs
Go spend a Milly on pants and T-Shirts
Rap how you shootin' and shooting, burst
Sucks that I'm trying and trying to learn
Treating me like I'm a kid, the fuck?
Ice like a Polar Bear, you are a cub
I prefer Loyalty, over the love
Fuck all the love, I'm looking for trust
Shawty want the best, the best of me
I aint gon fight, no WWE
Really really stuck in a misery
Cause you fucked up being an enemy
Train tracks back, now shiny teeth
Never take rough, no comfy sheets
Shawty want the best, I don't wanna go
But i told that hoe that she gotta go
Yeah she gotta go, Uh she gotta go
She gotta go, down
She gotta go
Go take a lap
Around the track, Yeah
She gotta go
I need to stay, no room for hoes, Yeah
She gotta go
Go take a lap, hop out the whip, Yeah
Skrt skrt skrt
Hop in the whip and I don't need a bitch
Hop in the whip and I drift in a glimpse
Cosmic Demise, crazy, no cap
Makin the money, in the back of the cab
These bitches hatin the way that I rap
They say I mumble, bitch fuck that
You a little mouse caught in a rat trap
Keep a fat rack stuffed in my backpack
Fuck all the books I ain't learning like that
No ghostwriter put pen to the pad
You really slow, you like to lag
Tell me to blow up, I pushed the gas
They think of me when they see all the camo
I think of money and a fast green Lambo
Talk about 12 and how they manhandle
Know it's a fact, that I'm loyal, I'm Loyal
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Writer(s): Phillip Kravtsov
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