Plaay - LOYALTY OVER LOVE (feat. STREEZY)

Loyalty over love that what we stand on
Coulda gave a 10 piece to my bitch went put my mans on
I know these bitches down to leave soon as yo bread gone
Better stop fucking with these hoes boy put yo head on
Fuck that's how I'm feeling
I couldn't spend a dime on a hoe if i had a million
When this bread come watch these bitches turn to pigeons
Rather see my dawg ball in the penitentiary
All my dawgs balling even in the pen (Oooh)

It ain't no love in this shit
I was down bad ain't get no love from no bitch
I was riding passenger like scrubs in this shit
They ain't show me love until i flooded my wrist
I keep water on me
And all my niggas gotta 30 like they Stephen Curry
Can't trust these bitches do 'em dirty like a flooded toilet
Went got a chicken out the kitchen wan no water boilin'
I married rackaids and she love me we can't do divorcin'
Cant do no carriages but this whip got some stupid horses
Know what a parrot is but we copped birds and hopped the porches
They say we arrogant we steady balling in a shortage
We ain't inherit 'em but all my niggas whippin' porches

It ain't no love in this shit
I was down bad ain't get no love from no bitch
I was riding passenger like scrubs in this shit
They ain't show me love until i flooded my wrist
These diamonds vvs
Went chased them racks and got a bag to shit on all my exes
I told yo ass it's going up just like them doors on Tesla's
And all these bitches feeling privileged ion even press 'em
Don't got address to these bitches I don't even stress 'em

Cant give impressions to these bitches backwood filled with pressure
Bitch ripped my heart out one time put me on a stretcher
Luh bro got caught up like one time he ain't send no letters
Mazi coupe don't whip no tesla
Reminiscing hard times get stressful
Pay attention hard times get better
Big extensions my glock don't settle
Engine horses back yard got cattle
Big extension my glock on hold
Like how you sell your soul
No exorcism this glocky get 'em take off his nose (Ohh ohh ohhhh)
I'm like free big bro he still on porole
Made it out these prophecies these prophecies took out my soul
Mama say she proud of me and I'm proud to be her liquid gold
Feel the pain in my songs (Yeah) Preacher talk to my folks

It ain't no love in this shit
I was down bad ain't get no love from no bitch
I was riding passenger like scrubs in this shit
They ain't show me love until i flooded my wrist
These diamonds vvs
Went chased them racks and got a bag to shit on all my exes
I told yo ass it's going up just like them doors on Tesla's
And all these bitches feeling privileged ion even press 'em
Don't got address to these bitches I don't even stress 'em

Written by:
Rashad Watt, Ron Copeland

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