Too Loyal Gucci Mane & Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Slim Dunkin)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols (BOW) [2X]
Fucked three sisters, iced out crystals
Mi-Mr. Zone 6'er, Mi-Mr. Zoner 6'er

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm too hood, I'm too turnt (turnt)
Ain't been an hour and a quarter pound burnt
Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols (BOW)
Fucked three sisters, iced out crystals
Tell you like you wanna know, iced out shorty
Got a glow, blue block party, and you better know (POW)
Fuckin bitches every show, one for the cheese
Two for the ki's, three's for the P's, four for the O.G.'s
I'm so sleaze I hit your main squeeze (geah)
Rollin on 30's, like you rollin on D's (wow)
It big Gucci Goo-Wop
In the south top Beemer—that's convertible top

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I'm too fuckin loyal; you too fuckin spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off that hard, Brick Squad we barred
Them boys are high ,Them boys are high, Them boys are high
We ballin out, We ballin out, We ballin out, I'm too fuckin loyal

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
They said I'm steamin, I'm bubblin, from the fire up
You got loud better fire it up
Call me a one-hit wonder I'll switch my flow up
Drop "No Hands" with Roscoe Dash, now I've blowin up
I'm (ballin out) everywhere you see me is money on the ground
'Caine one bleaches me, in for a pound (flags)
Higher than a motherfucker I smoked 'bout a pound
I love to throw hundreds screamin stripper bitch drown!
Girls all around me run me down
I drink, go bomb, [?] me round
Pants down, Brick Squad we the shit
Waka Flocka Flame the 2011 Money Mitch