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loyalty - don trip lyrics

[intro: beo lil kenny]
yeah
uh
beo status
oh yeah (dtdakidd)
(beat those drums)
yeah

[chorus: beo lil kenny]
told my main b*tch, “i’ll do a hundred for you” (do a hundred for you)
told my homeboy, “i’ll shoot a hundred for you” (hundred shots)
i’ll take a headshot if i’ma be loyal to you (headshot)
if everybody snake, what the f*ck i’ma do? (i’ma keep it real)

[verse 1: beo lil kenny]
i’ma keep on keepin’ it real, i can’t chase the wave (can’t chase)
can’t be doin’ flawed sh*t even though it get you paid (get you paid)
i’m a lil’ throwed, but ’bout to blow like a hand grenade (hand grenade)
i tell the real ones stay dangerous, don’t do nothin’ safe (do nothin’ safе)
uh, i just wanna step, step, step (stеp)
shoot the one*five ’til it melt, melt, melt (carbon)
pimpin’ in my blood, make a b*tch break herself (break herself)
look into the mirror, you the realest n*gga left, uh (the realest n*gga left)
lotta lames winnin’, game gettin’ tricky (it’s tricky)
streets suckin’ up my gang, got a lot of hickeys (oh yeah)
i would say moe, but i’m contradictin’ (uh)
love and loyalty first, but that’s kinda iffy (huh?)
heard they hit him with that fire, ooh, they left him crispy (he crispy)
if i let up off the gas, they gon’ try to forget me (oh yeah)
shootin’ four, five, six, f*ck a head crack (f*ck the head crack)
bro got jammed up on the road, we gotta run that back (run that back)
my lil’ brother got some get*back and he caught a century (a hundred)
that car behind him ran the light, he got to bustin’ instantly (a gunner)
finger f*ckin’ on this 40, yeah, we gettin’ intimate (we intimate)
i’m from the city called trenchis, i don’t call it memphis (beo)
[chorus: beo lil kenny]
told my main b*tch, “i’ll do a hundred for you” (do a hundred for you)
told my homeboy, “i’ll shoot a hundred for you” (hundred shots)
i’ll take a headshot if i’ma be loyal to you (headshot)
if everybody snake, what the f*ck i’ma do?

[verse 2: don trip]
me, i’ma keep my distance
i can’t trust a soul, but i can trust my intuition
ain’t no such thing as havin’ too much ammunition
i look out my window, i don’t see no competition
i know n*ggas hate me, don’t know why, but i don’t stress about it
couldn’t care less about it, n*ggas’ feelings don’t affect my profit
hundred miles of runnin’, a hundred mouths to feed
told my wife that i’m the last man she gon’ ever need, i stand on that
magazine drippin’ out the pistol like it’s candle wax
my patience is thinner than the straw that broke the camel back (dtdakidd)
chefry play the beat, i get to snappin’ like the camera app (beat those drums)
and i keep the strap around my waist just like a f*nny pack
i’m not into beefin’ back and forth on the internet
i keep havin’ babies, i should have a stock in similac
ridin’ ’round with that thirty*round, b*tch, i been a threat
all you n*ggas p*ssy, i got thirty ways to skin the cat
please don’t make me slaughter them, i’m tryna keep it positive
so what i had that bobby by the pow? that’s my prerogative
feel like charlie manson, i got a cult following
and i’m here to stay, i think it’s time to start remodeling, on pif
[chorus: beo lil kenny & don trip]
told my main b*tch, “i’ll do a hundred for you” (long live pif)
told my homeboy, “i’ll shoot a hundred for you” (hundred shots)
i’ll take a headshot if i’ma be loyal to you (headshot)
if everybody snake, what the f*ck i’ma do? (i’ma keep it real)

[outro]
(dtdakidd)
(beat those drums)

- don trip lyrics

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