Loyalty Boyz lyrics

[Verse 1: Team Eastside Lil P]
n*ggas clap at me, I'ma clap back
Send a 223, knock his cap back
Lil freaky b*tch a playground, she a snack snack
b*tch, I'm in that red eye, not no scat pack
I don't fit in with these n*ggas, 'cause they rap cap
b*tch, I feel like T.I.P., I brought the trap back
Hit your main b*tch for a rack, and stole my stack back
If you caught me thugging in the spot, b*tch, I ran that

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Just came from out of Louis, spent a thousand on a snap back
Just left the Benz lot and bought a coupe, this ain't the scat pack
I'll bring a hundred out, you bring a hundred, bro, let's match racks
I got so many chips around, I need my own Rap Snacks
Black fat n*gga in a Benz, call me Fat Black
That boy was f*cking round with them M's, now he a hashtag
Told Unc this sh*t ain't [?] I need my cash back
I tipped the bad waitress a stack, 'cause her ass fat

[Verse 3 ?]
Need a [?] too heavy for a glass bag
If I'm removed from the streets, I sold my last bag
You know I'm bullsh*ting, you know I'm fully in it
I just figured out the perfеct mix, they won't know the differеnce
[?] change when you 60 up
Lil [?] hate, when your watch 60 bucks
Sent a b*tch to [?] to get a tummy tuck
I can't treat you like the one, you let my brother f*ck
[Verse 4 ?]
Be on my winter grind, until the summer up
50 racks to bro, he just touched, I'm finna turn him up
We got done with that truck, f*ck it, burn it up
Said I got something to do with the bodies turning up
Your n*gga turning in his grave, just to sum it up
Just to give a b*tch a wave, I lift a hundred up
You see that Rollie Plane Jane, that's like 50 bucks
Iced out pinky ring, that's like 50 plus
They can't get with us
I don't see the arguments
Look, the price ain't my price, ain't no bargoning
A hands off polisy, ain't no harm in this
We catch you out, put 30 shots in that car you in

[Verse5: Team Eastside Lil P]
Loyalty boys, we ride foreign toys
Popping perks, riding with the drac, b*tch, I'm paranoid
f*ck rap, I still trap, with the girl and boy
[?] pockets on roids, dodge hoes like Flloyd
Hit your b*tch from the back, put my thumb in it
Lil P, why you in the streets? Ain't no love in it
Where the sprits [?] with the drugs in it
Praying for a small town with a plug in it
n*gga