Loyalty
I'm back on my vibe again
Niggas tryna be on my side again
Crazy now you an opp 'cause we used to be friends
This check hittin' no my bank, never pend'
Ex-Exes comin' back, I think it's a season
Poppin' tags, think I spend for no reason
Glock hit 'em, better leave his ass bleeding
Lo-loyalty, niggas don't know the meaning
(Oof)
(I don't feel anything)
Fah, fah, gang, spee
(It's Ka$hwayz or no ways, nigga)
Grrah, grrah, bah
I'm back on my vibe again
Niggas tryna be on my side again
Crazy now you an opp 'cause we used to be friends
This check hittin' no my bank, never pend'
Ex-Exes comin' back, I think it's a season
Poppin' tags, think I spend for no reason
Glock hit 'em, better leave his ass bleeding
Lo-loyalty, niggas don't know the meaning (on God)
Told niggas, keep up the pace
They mad, bad bitches comin' my way
And the bags that I attract, they chase
I was 15 bustin' juggs at Chase (juggs at Chase)
Ever since I was young, yeah, they said I'd be great
Had to take care of the fam', there was a lot on my plate
Now a nigga up off the music I make
And these badass bitches tryna let me mate (on God)
Re-real deal, I'm too high, no, I can't feel
I-I-I got some niggas that kill for the thrill
I gave shawty some dick, she ain't ask for no meal
I know you can't be my home
I'ma hit one time, and it's bye, hoe
Broke her back, now shawty need chiro'
And-and I'm still watching opps like Firehouse (on God)
Niggas tryna be on my side again
Crazy now you an opp 'cause we used to be friends
This check hittin' no my bank, never pend'
Ex-Exes comin' back, I think it's a season
Poppin' tags, think I spend for no reason
Glock hit 'em, better leave his ass bleeding
Lo-loyalty, niggas don't know the meaning
(Oof)
(I don't feel anything)
Fah, fah, gang, spee
(It's Ka$hwayz or no ways, nigga)
Grrah, grrah, bah
I'm back on my vibe again
Niggas tryna be on my side again
Crazy now you an opp 'cause we used to be friends
This check hittin' no my bank, never pend'
Ex-Exes comin' back, I think it's a season
Poppin' tags, think I spend for no reason
Glock hit 'em, better leave his ass bleeding
Lo-loyalty, niggas don't know the meaning (on God)
Told niggas, keep up the pace
They mad, bad bitches comin' my way
And the bags that I attract, they chase
I was 15 bustin' juggs at Chase (juggs at Chase)
Ever since I was young, yeah, they said I'd be great
Had to take care of the fam', there was a lot on my plate
Now a nigga up off the music I make
And these badass bitches tryna let me mate (on God)
Re-real deal, I'm too high, no, I can't feel
I-I-I got some niggas that kill for the thrill
I gave shawty some dick, she ain't ask for no meal
I know you can't be my home
I'ma hit one time, and it's bye, hoe
Broke her back, now shawty need chiro'
And-and I'm still watching opps like Firehouse (on God)
Credits
Writer(s): David Wallace, Egor Konnov
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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