Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Vocals
Waka Flocka Flame
Vocals
Slim Dunkin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Malphurs
Songwriter
LaDamon Douglas
Songwriter
Mario Hamilton
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kori Anders
Mixing Engineer
fatboi
Producer
Gucci Mane
Executive Producer
Waka Flocka Flame
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols (Bow)
Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols (Bow)
Fucked three sisters, iced out crystals
Mr. Zone 6'er, Mr. Zoner 6'er
[Verse 2]
I'm too hood, I'm too turned (Turned)
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 knows (Pow)
Fuckin' bitches every show, one for the cheese
Two for the keys, three's for the P's, go for the O.G.'s
I'm so sleaze I hit your main squeeze (Yeah)
Rollin' on 30's, like you rollin' on D's (Wow)
It beez Gucci Goo-Wop
In the South top Beemer that's convertible top
[Verse 3]
I'm too fuckin' loyal
You too fuckin' spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off
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 4]
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'm 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 about a pound
I love to throw hundreds screamin', stripper, bitch, drown
[Verse 5]
Girls all around me run me down
I drink, go bomb, a wide around
Pants down, Brick Squad we the shit
Waka Flocka Flame the 20-11 Mitch
[Verse 6]
I'm too fuckin' loyal
You too fuckin' spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off
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
(Brick Squad youngin')
I'm too fuckin' loyal
[Verse 7]
Catch me with a groupie chick, I be on my groupie shit
Hotel, motel, try and shoot a groupie flick
Bang bag, skeet skeet, Sturdy Pete, blew the crib
Dumped out the flag fuck, coolin' with the stewardess
Ho like, oh my God, look in my garage
This ain't no facade, sleep walkin' on them bars
I got me on free, link get me the Z
Red Bull give me wings, pit be robbin' ching
Money I'ma get to it, neck piece, igloo it
Shoot a hundred bet a hundred crapped out and redo it
It ain't nothin' to a boss ****, put down
I'm so fuckin' loyal Gucci tellin' me to sit down
[Verse 8]
I'm too fuckin' loyal
You too fuckin' spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off
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
Written by: J. Malphurs, L. Douglas, M. Hamilton, R. Davis
