Boldy James, Teejayx6, Lex Luger - Too Loyal lyrics

To the wrong people, I'm
Too loyal, my bitch, she just too spoiled
And these niggas want too much
I did what I can do for you

Niggas wearing fake clothes, SRT's
We race those
I think the Devil took my soul
 I think your bitch just took my soul
I think I want to just go to the mall
Right now just so I can spend a roll
Look at my ice, this shit be
Blinging, middle of the Summer
But I'm still cold
Fly out to Oakland, check
Out my groves, yeah, drugs taking my soul
Yeah, niggas taking my flow
I must inspire 'em, i don't even know
I'm too rich, nigga, you ain't even close
I was getting high, nigga, I ain't even vote
I'm in Miami, we hanging with zoes
Remember hitting them stores
Can't even go to your hood you provoke
I was in the hood, nigga, I was just broke
Tryna run up, he done got his shit broken
Made the big plate, now we in here toasting
In the hood with gang
Just chilling and smoking
Game done changed, these niggas out softer
Left for a lame
She knew it was gon' cost her
Almost caught a case for murder order

To the wrong people, I'm
Too loyal, my bitch, she just too spoiled
And these niggas want too much
I did what I can do for you
Miss them old days
I wish I had a time portal
Money keep calling my name
So I don't got no time for you
To the wrong people, I'm
Too loyal, my bitch, she just too spoiled
And these niggas want too much
I did what I can do for you
Miss them old days
I wish I had a time portal
Money keep calling my name
So I don't got no time for you

Shh, stuck in a traffic jam
Unc' keep calling for a half a gram
Niggas ain't even know I had to beg
Yeah, fuck nigga, 'bout to jack your man
Remember that Astro van
Me and propane chasing the racks and bands
Gritted it out, now I just sit on the couch
Waiting on the pack to land rich as cream
VV's in my Cubans and my Byzantine
Emeralds in this Patek wrist
Looking like some Listerine
When it come to the 'caine and the drank
They call me Mr clean
Youngin pants hunting in the cold
I seen't him with them jeans
Ran up a check in the slums
Me and box, we had a hell of a run
Cash 'em out all
I ain't catching no fronts
Brodie gon' up if I tell him to dump
Iraqs in my bitches from that
Pyrex in my kitchen
Racking up them banditos, tryna grind
Up on the ticket, let's get it

To the wrong people, I'm
Too loyal, my bitch, she just too spoiled
And these niggas want too much
I did what I can do for you
Miss them old days
I wish I had a time portal
Money keep calling my name
So I don't got no time for you
To the wrong people, I'm
Too loyal, my bitch, she just too spoiled
And these niggas want too much
I did what I can do for you
Miss them old days
I wish I had a time portal
Money keep calling my name
So I don't got no time for you