BlueBucksClan - Thor lyrics

(It's Loyalty)

Glad everybody know we them niggas now
(We them niggas)
She remindin' me of Pac how she get around 
(I get around)
I ain't fuckin' with you lames, man
You niggas clowns (Niggas lame)
She thought she was ready for me
Now she breakin' down 
(Man, what happened?)
I got bad bitches arguin' on Twitter now
(yeah, they salty)
All the bitches I couldn't call
I can get 'em now (I can get 'em now)
I thought I could never fuck her
I could hit her now (I could hit her now)
Rolls seats got my lower back feelin' right
(Feelin' right)
Probably somewhere in the hills
I be out of sight (Chillin')


Bitches flag me down in traffic, "You Obama
Right?" (yeah, that's me)
Pourin' deuces in my soda
I just need a Sprite (Sprite)

I just faced a whole 'Wood
Got me feelin' right (Feelin' right)
Keep scorin' on these niggas, yeah
I'm really nice (Ayy, he nice)
BucksClan do what we want, nigga
Fuck a price (Fuck a price)
All these stars in my ceiling
Keep on shinin' bright (Big Rolls)
Flex on these niggas
Give 'em somethin' to see (Big flexin')
Double F's on my shoes, shirt double-G
(Big Gucci) fuckin' on your bitch, ooh
She in love with me (She in love)
Quarterback, bitch, I ball
Ain't no sub for me (Ain't no sub)
Now all these niggas lyin'
Sayin' they run with me
(You don't run with me)
Now all these bitches cryin'
Wanna come with me (You can't come with me)
Yellow Lam' flyin'
Lookin' like a bumblebee (Bitch)
Yeah, I think I'm better than you niggas
You can't humble me (Lil' nigga)
Your bitch wanna smash me
I told her crumble me (yeah, do it)
I bet my old bitch mad that she fumbled me
(Haha, bitch)

Why you mad at your bitch?
She had fun with me (We had fun)
Ten bitches in this loft keep me company
(Keep me company)
Two bitches, one of me, they keep jumpin' me
(This ain't fair)
Mad I let her drive the Ghost
This shit hauntin' me (Goddamn)
Yeah, your nigga think he fly
But he can't fuck with me
(He can't fuck with me)
Book the Clan for a show, yeah
We thirty deep (Thirty deep)
Bougie bitch, she from Atlanta
That's my Georgia peach (Georgia peach)
Louboutins on my feet like I'm finna preach
(Finna preach)
Almost slipped with this bitch, damn
I feel like Meek (Goddamn)
You can have the whole bitch
I just want a piece (I just want a piece)

Get to fast talkin' bitches like
I'm Keak Da Sneak (Keak Da Sneak)
Drive the Lam' like I'm bookin'
But ain't no caprice (No caprice)
At the top, it's just us
I feel like Lil Reese (Lil Reese)
You want butterfly steak or
You want Taco Pete? (What you want?)
She keep sayin' her top fire, I'm like
"Let me see" (Let me see)
Christians cuttin' up my feet, I'm like
"Let me bleed" (Bitch, I'm bleedin')
I just started rappin'
All these niggas under me (Under me)
You ain't gon' top me in the Rolls
You can't come with me (Hell nah)
Yeah, her head stone-cold
Told her stunner me (Stone-cold)
From the back, hold her arm
She can't run from me (You can't run)
Top me 'til I can't move
Told her punish me (yeah, punish me)
Double cup at the table
Labels havin' lunch with me
(Havin' lunch with me) feel like DMX
I don't know what these bitches want from me
(What these bitches want)
Now all these lil' hoes wanna flirt with me
(Tryna flirt)
All these lil' lame niggas want
A verse from me (Hell nah)
Nah, you can't get no song
And no show with me (Hell nah)
Niggas askin' where the hoes
I got four with me (I got four with me)
Heard you mad I got your bitch, yeah
Your whore with me (yeah, she with me)
Yeah, ain't no square bitches
Only goers with me (yeah, goers)
My niggas got the hammers in the club
Feel like Thor with me (Like Thor)
Walkin' in these Christian Loubs
I got the Lord with me (Thank the Lord)
Told her fuck me good like she
Tryna have a boy with me (Have my boy)