Loyal!
(Man these Niggaz aint loyal)
Most bammas don't even know what that shit mean
For the drugs or the cream they turn they back on they whole team
(Man these Niggaz ain't loyal)
Fuck out of here wit that right hand man shit
Same Nigga would set you up try to fuck his right hand man bitch
(Man these Niggaz ain't loyal)
You Niggaz pump faking
Taking the stand on your man cold perpetrating
Yungin I know you working
That shit aint rite
That shit aint life
That shit aint rite
That shit can't be life
Man these Niggaz outchea cwazy
Think the kid Frigg going trust em
Aint no killer but don't push me slim
From the ground to the galaxy yungin that's what I'm on
I say hey
Chase paper chase hoez no way
Man these Niggaz aint loyal
These bammas aint for you
Oh you saying that's your brova slim well lemme reassure you
Did that bamma play his part when your dick was in the dirt
Did he carry y'all man casket from the church to the hearst
Did he look you in your eyes
When they dough came up missing
Yo never showed you his papers word on the street yungin snitching
Did slim leave his pistol on purpose cold slum the mission
When you was giving him knowledge did he talk or did yungin listen
Now did your man keep it real in the field
That's your soldier rite
Well how'd he set your sergeant up to get drilled kill
Usually I don't say that
That's just how a Nigga feel
Money made Niggaz switch like bitches still I will never flip or ever squeal
Most bammas don't even know what that shit mean
For the drugs or the cream they turn they back on they whole team
(Man these Niggaz aint loyal)
Fuck out of here wit that right hand man shit
Same Nigga would set you up try to fuck his right hand man bitch
You Niggaz pump faking
Taking the stand on your man cold perpetrating
Yungin I know you working
That shit aint rite
That shit aint life
That shit aint rite
That shit can't be life
That loyalty is a lesson
Love them or leave then
Fuck the stressing
To all the snakes get to stepping slim
Peeping them fakes is a blessing
Cups of patron
You hoe Niggaz love taking shots
But I don't flinch nor stop just go just flow
Same Nigga on your couch hoovering jays playing 2K all day
Same Nigga four days later
Get your azz jammed up on that one way
Yeah I know that shit sound cold
But slim that's how these streets get played
Go for Niggaz & for bitches
You get laid or you get layed
Don't let that money change your ways
These bammas flipping over change
These cats would flip on they own mother Nigga just to save face fucked up
You know consistency is everything
That loyalty is key
Niggaz scream it don't know what they mean
You bammas snitching
You faggots die
If he a real Nigga
He look you in your eye
Fuck the pigs
Them moolies in the way
Ski mask yungin
Clean side of Tooley way
Most bammas don't even know what that shit mean
For the drugs or the cream
They turn they back on they whole team
Fuck out of here wit that right hand man shit
Same Nigga would set you up
Try to fuck his right hand man bitch
You Niggaz pump faking
Taking the stand on your man cold perpetrating
Yungin I know you working
That shit aint rite
That shit aint life
That shit aint rite
That shit can't be life
Man these Niggaz aint loyal
Most bammas don't even know what that shit mean
For the drugs or the cream they turn they back on they whole team
(Man these Niggaz ain't loyal)
Fuck out of here wit that right hand man shit
Same Nigga would set you up try to fuck his right hand man bitch
(Man these Niggaz ain't loyal)
You Niggaz pump faking
Taking the stand on your man cold perpetrating
Yungin I know you working
That shit aint rite
That shit aint life
That shit aint rite
That shit can't be life
Man these Niggaz outchea cwazy
Think the kid Frigg going trust em
Aint no killer but don't push me slim
From the ground to the galaxy yungin that's what I'm on
I say hey
Chase paper chase hoez no way
Man these Niggaz aint loyal
These bammas aint for you
Oh you saying that's your brova slim well lemme reassure you
Did that bamma play his part when your dick was in the dirt
Did he carry y'all man casket from the church to the hearst
Did he look you in your eyes
When they dough came up missing
Yo never showed you his papers word on the street yungin snitching
Did slim leave his pistol on purpose cold slum the mission
When you was giving him knowledge did he talk or did yungin listen
Now did your man keep it real in the field
That's your soldier rite
Well how'd he set your sergeant up to get drilled kill
Usually I don't say that
That's just how a Nigga feel
Money made Niggaz switch like bitches still I will never flip or ever squeal
Most bammas don't even know what that shit mean
For the drugs or the cream they turn they back on they whole team
(Man these Niggaz aint loyal)
Fuck out of here wit that right hand man shit
Same Nigga would set you up try to fuck his right hand man bitch
You Niggaz pump faking
Taking the stand on your man cold perpetrating
Yungin I know you working
That shit aint rite
That shit aint life
That shit aint rite
That shit can't be life
That loyalty is a lesson
Love them or leave then
Fuck the stressing
To all the snakes get to stepping slim
Peeping them fakes is a blessing
Cups of patron
You hoe Niggaz love taking shots
But I don't flinch nor stop just go just flow
Same Nigga on your couch hoovering jays playing 2K all day
Same Nigga four days later
Get your azz jammed up on that one way
Yeah I know that shit sound cold
But slim that's how these streets get played
Go for Niggaz & for bitches
You get laid or you get layed
Don't let that money change your ways
These bammas flipping over change
These cats would flip on they own mother Nigga just to save face fucked up
You know consistency is everything
That loyalty is key
Niggaz scream it don't know what they mean
You bammas snitching
You faggots die
If he a real Nigga
He look you in your eye
Fuck the pigs
Them moolies in the way
Ski mask yungin
Clean side of Tooley way
Most bammas don't even know what that shit mean
For the drugs or the cream
They turn they back on they whole team
Fuck out of here wit that right hand man shit
Same Nigga would set you up
Try to fuck his right hand man bitch
You Niggaz pump faking
Taking the stand on your man cold perpetrating
Yungin I know you working
That shit aint rite
That shit aint life
That shit aint rite
That shit can't be life
Man these Niggaz aint loyal
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Writer(s): T Taylor
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