OMB Peezy - Loyalty Over Love lyrics

Peezy you know we in here
Got my dogs in this motherfucker
Peezy, look, look

Ayy, y'all know who it is
She gon' bounce it for a nigga
'cause she know that I'm real
Straight out of Mobile
Niggas know I'm toting the steel
Hungry nigga put your wig on
The floor for a meal blowin' to kill
Enough with all that small talk
Nigga street nigga, never utilizing sidewalks
Nigga hop out shooting
Hop in and ride off nigga
Leave your body wet but it
Ain't no drying off nigga
Better hide out nigga if you slander my name
Believe bodies dropping if I'm
Handling the flame, ayy
Slap a fuck nigga with the
Handle of the thing
Homegrown, Mobile Alabama what I bang, ayy
OMB, real top shotta, what it be?
More money, more problems, who
Got problems with me, ayy
You can find me where them shotta niggas be
Smoking out the OZ with a Glock under my seat
My nigga I be thuggin'
I'm living rough and rugged
We gon' box a nigga boggle
Partner I ain't with the hugging
I'll put you in a box
Quick to lay a nigga down
Put a tag on your head like a cow
My nigga I'm a dog
Catch me fuckin' on your bitch
Hit that eight for some weed while
I'm thugging in the Ritz
Slang pipe like a plumber
Literally with this shit
Boy you might freeze to death if
You touch a nigga wrist
As real as it gets, won't find a nigga like
No fightin'
Bullets all in your head like a psychic
I ain't worried 'bout the coat
I'ma get it if I like it
Gotta flex on a bitch so
I gotta know the prices
Couple cold cases, now Lil Peezy be the topic
Overkill Peezy
I'ma hit him while he's dropping
Headfirst in the streets so you
Know it ain't no stopping
I been getting paper like a printer
Lame niggas want to copy riding in a rental
Something under for the beef
Hopping out, Glock busting
Y'all running down the street
I don't listen when you speak
Lies running through your teeth
Peezy hungry for a body
You making him want to eat
Getting paper like a folder
Mix it with the soda
My day of trapping ain't over 'til
I meet my daily quota
Don't think I'ma serve you boy
If I don't know ya
Dress preppy but you talking like a soldier
You a poser
I'm a dreadhead rocker, real top shotter
Close range four nick knocking out your pasta
Want to talk guapa, that I got a lotta
Tryna take me
The chopper taller than a toddler
I'm about a dollar
Pussy boy ain't nothing for free
And I dare a fuck nigga
To take something from me like a marathon
My niggas will run on your street
Chopper down, the way that I'm ridin' look
Somethin' like a beach
Poppin' the pussy for Peezy
He might throw a lil somethin'
Don't fuck with fucking for free
Okay she know a lil somethin'
She say hold up Peezy
Don't treat me like I'm hoeing or somethin'
I lean close and said don't act like
I ain't know it lil mama blowin' the commas
I can get it back in a day
And it's loyalty over love
I got that on the way