Loyalty

Lyrics

[Intro: BEO Lil Kenny] Yeah Uh BEO status Oh yeah (DTdaKidd) (Beat those drums) Yeah [Chorus: BEO Lil Kenny] Told my main bitch, "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 fuck 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 shit 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 bitch break herself (Break herself) Look into the mirror, you the realest nigga left, uh (The realest nigga 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, fuck a head crack (Fuck 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 fuckin' 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 bitch, "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 fuck 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 niggas hate me, don't know why, but I don't stress about it Couldn't care less about it, niggas' 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 fanny 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, bitch, I been a threat All you niggas pussy, 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 bitch, "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 fuck I'ma do? (I'ma keep it real) [Outro] (DTdaKidd) (Beat those drums)