Loyalty

Toxic
Saw a little motherfker and y'all was ready to bend
Left the mob for something petty but then fetti got thin
Now you back where you begin while I'm livin on ten
Got inns sittin in a Benz wit rims sippin on Hen
Wit Stokes, Twist, and Mayze while you broke b*tch I'm paid
Should of stayed but betrayed look at the cheddar you could have made
You started with the mob thought you was harder than the mob
But ain't no one motherfker larger than this mob
Swear to god, for y'all C-Wall ain't got love
No only one that's gonna be on you side is this hot slug
For the dead and locked I'm throwin my mob up
c*ck and bust to all y'all girls die for crossin us

Liffy Stokes
I smell some b*tch amongst us, now they gone
And when you see me on the streets be strapped cause I'm at you dome
And that's wit or without a mask on, cause I'ma blast on sight
Even if it's in traffic in broad daylight
The only way you live if it don't spray right
But you out your death wish so if I miss you'll be facin barrels by midknight
And that's on these four fingers I hold high
Anybody who crosses my mobsta family they die
I hollered at my boy James to bless me wit some mo' thangs
A mobstaz hard to kill like stopping off of cocaine
I'm leavin out sweated no dynasty clicks crushin girls wit this
nigg* your songs ain't s**t, they can't even fade our skits eat a d*ck

Chorus
nigg* cross the mob so what's up
In every destination retaliation gotta fk m up
nigg* cross the mob so what's up
In every destination retaliation gotta get m up
s**t are y'all about ready to die for this fetti fk everyting that's petty
Down to do dirt lets put in work
Stay together whether we rappin of slangin ye together
Get the paper but don't cross the mob and get hurt loyalty's first

Traxster
When everything was all good y'all threw the wall up
But when the s**t hit the fan I watch you girls ball up
Now you time is all up, fk who you call up
My all bust, my killas all nuts
What the fk you call us, what you say about C-Wall
Playa hatin how we ball, nigg* we'll be to see y'all
And you mob gonna end up the same homie, put this pain on you
No love my slugs got them thugs name on m
If he wit his kids I'm blow his brains on m, put the chains on m
Go insane on em', guess he done wit that work range on em
Rain over, so nigg* respect my mob like royalty
ill I'm dead y'all hoes dred my love, life, and loyalty

Twista
When you come strapped in a circle
No I'm finna hurt you
Cause the mob put me peeped all of your loopholes
Cause the trigger work you
Bust all of you girls and all of you hoes
When the bruh come
Thugs betta run s**t look at what thugs want
See what drugs done
When held the gun got you runnin from a loved one
Thought you was down to die but you been found to lie
So fk you can't trust you, gotta bust you
Crush you now you can't lick hits and hustle
Try to flex your muscle
But my criteria gotta over comes yo strategies
Try to make a mob out of peas
I can ride on you wit Money-T and an amount of cheese
Plus I had a lot of bud in m
I get mad at the budgin' m
Whippin out the stud in m
But I ain't even studying
If again and it's on I just put a slug in him
Duggin him dead and headin hoes off at the pass
Open up a can of kick ass
Toy wit me loyalty die quick blast

Maze
I roll wit straight mobsta leaners
That always carry beamers
And exercising trigger fingers on who come between us
Shockin' the world wit young slingers
And we can't be defeated, even if you triple team us
Cause this game got my mod deranged if you in pain
Kamokaze like my nigg* Lo if we loose to you man
So ready to aim cause it ain't s**t to explain
Shots to exchange plenty of paper in the game
To help us remain on top of the world until we go bang
Doin our thang while y'all just hate and complain in vain
But it'ws still gonna be the same we gonna mob forever
And out shine all you b*tch as* together

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(as lib by Liffy Stokes)