Too Loyal Lyrics - Gucci Mane

1 Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols (bow)

2 Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols (bow)

3 Fucked three sisters, iced out crystals

4 Mi-Mr. Zone 6'er, Mi-Mr. Zoner 6'er

5 I'm too hood, I'm too turnt (turnt)

6 Ain't been an hour and a quarter pound burnt

7 Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols (BOW)

8 Fucked three sisters, iced out crystals

9 Tell you like you wanna know, iced out shorty

10 Got a glow, blue block party, and you better know (POW)

11 Fuckin' bitches every show, one for the cheese

12 Two for the ki's, three's for the P's, go for the O.G.'s

13 I'm so sleaze I hit your main squeeze (geah)

14 Rollin on 30's, like you rollin' on D's (wow)

15 It beez Gucci Goo-Wop

16 In the South top Beemer that's convertible top

17 [Chorus]

18 I'm too fuckin' loyal, you too fuckin' spoiled

19 Bitch I'm gone off that hard, Brick Squad we barred

20 Them boys are high

21 Them boys are high

22 Them boys are high

23 We ballin out

24 We ballin out

25 We ballin out, I'm too fuckin' loyal

26 They said I'm steamin', I'm bubblin', from the fire up

27 You got loud better fire it up

28 Call me a one-hit wonder I'll switch my flow up

29 Drop "No Hands" with Roscoe Dash, now I've blowin' up

30 I'm (ballin' out) everywhere you see me is money on the ground

31 'Caine one bleaches me, in for a pound (flags)

32 Higher than a motherfucker I smoked 'bout a pound

33 I love to throw hundreds screamin' stripper bitch drown~!

34 Girls all around me run me down

35 I drink, go bomb, ? me round

36 Pants down, Brick Squad we the shit

37 Waka Flocka Flame the 2011 ? Mitch

38 [Chorus]

39 Brick Squad young'n

40 Catch me with a groupie chick, I be on my groupie shit

41 Hotel, motel, try and shoot a groupie flick

42 Bang bang, skeet skeet, Sturdy Pete, blew the crib

43 Dumped out the flag fuck, coolin' with the stewardess

44 Hoe like oh my god, look in my garage

45 This ain't no facade, sleep walkin' on them bars

46 I got me on free, link get me the Z

47 Red Bull give me wings, pit be robbin' ching

48 Money I'ma get to it, neck piece, igloo it

49 Shoot a hundred bet a hundred crapped out and redo it

50 It ain't nothin' to a boss nigga, put down

51 I'm so fuckin' loyal Gucci tellin' me to sit down

52 [Chorus]