Loyalty
Drop a big bag on my wrist
Put a 100k on my bitch
If I get it then we rich
Pray my niggas never switch
I know lifes a bitch yeah
Sometimes she get slick yeah
Niggas stuck on last year
Boy I'm zooming past ya
Don't need opinions I ain't ask yeah
Niggas speaking cap yeah
What the fuck is that yeah
All I speak is facts yeah
I'm smoking on that loud pack
What you know about that
All you fucken smoke is bap
How you booming out yo trap
Nigga that is not yo strap
Gone head just give it back
Count this bread Ima make it stack
Spend that shit Ima make it back
Run that shit up like a track star
Niggas ain't think I get that far
Niggas ain't know I beat the odds
I paid the cost just to be a boss
Doubled up when I took a loss
Played my cards
Watched em fall
Lost it all
Had to crawl
Then I swear to God I was gone ball
So many times I've been lost
So many times I've been down
Had so many people come and go
But only the real stay down
And If you riding with me you can't ride this shit for free
I need loyalty only Ls that I'm taking
And I don't care bout no hating cause most of these niggas faking
The fuck is you really saying
The fuck is you really saying
You ain't making no moves
You ain't bussing no juggs
You ain't stacking no bread or tryna make it out the hood
Shit I'm still in the hood but it's all good
If I could make it out the hood then we all good
Now we up and its stuck
I drop a bag I got big bucks
Still keep it tucked
I keep the ups
If you fuck with me
Then you fucked
I'm out of touch
I can't feel these niggas
Still keep it real with niggas
I break a bill with niggas
Just wanna build with my niggas
It go on and on and on
You get booked I pay that bond
Need a play I'll put you on
Still love you when you wrong
If you weak or when you strong
Money short or money long
Know I'm coming for it all
Swear to god that we gone ball
And If you riding with me you can't ride this shit for free
I need loyalty only Ls that I'm taking
And I don't care bout no hating cause most of these niggas faking
The fuck is you really saying
The fuck is you really saying
You ain't making no moves
You ain't bussing no juggs
You ain't stacking no bread or tryna make it out the hood
Shit I'm still in the hood but it's all good
If I could make it out the hood then we all good
Put a 100k on my bitch
If I get it then we rich
Pray my niggas never switch
I know lifes a bitch yeah
Sometimes she get slick yeah
Niggas stuck on last year
Boy I'm zooming past ya
Don't need opinions I ain't ask yeah
Niggas speaking cap yeah
What the fuck is that yeah
All I speak is facts yeah
I'm smoking on that loud pack
What you know about that
All you fucken smoke is bap
How you booming out yo trap
Nigga that is not yo strap
Gone head just give it back
Count this bread Ima make it stack
Spend that shit Ima make it back
Run that shit up like a track star
Niggas ain't think I get that far
Niggas ain't know I beat the odds
I paid the cost just to be a boss
Doubled up when I took a loss
Played my cards
Watched em fall
Lost it all
Had to crawl
Then I swear to God I was gone ball
So many times I've been lost
So many times I've been down
Had so many people come and go
But only the real stay down
And If you riding with me you can't ride this shit for free
I need loyalty only Ls that I'm taking
And I don't care bout no hating cause most of these niggas faking
The fuck is you really saying
The fuck is you really saying
You ain't making no moves
You ain't bussing no juggs
You ain't stacking no bread or tryna make it out the hood
Shit I'm still in the hood but it's all good
If I could make it out the hood then we all good
Now we up and its stuck
I drop a bag I got big bucks
Still keep it tucked
I keep the ups
If you fuck with me
Then you fucked
I'm out of touch
I can't feel these niggas
Still keep it real with niggas
I break a bill with niggas
Just wanna build with my niggas
It go on and on and on
You get booked I pay that bond
Need a play I'll put you on
Still love you when you wrong
If you weak or when you strong
Money short or money long
Know I'm coming for it all
Swear to god that we gone ball
And If you riding with me you can't ride this shit for free
I need loyalty only Ls that I'm taking
And I don't care bout no hating cause most of these niggas faking
The fuck is you really saying
The fuck is you really saying
You ain't making no moves
You ain't bussing no juggs
You ain't stacking no bread or tryna make it out the hood
Shit I'm still in the hood but it's all good
If I could make it out the hood then we all good
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Writer(s): Tara Britt
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