Thor

[Intro]
(It's Loyalty)

[Verse 1: Jeeezy]
Glad everybody know we them niggas now (We them niggas)
She remindin' me of Pac how she get around (I get around)
I ain't fuckin' with you lames, man, you niggas clowns (Niggas lame)
She thought she was ready for me, now she breakin' down (Man, what happened?)
I got bad bitches arguin' on Twitter now (Yeah, they salty)
All the bitches I couldn't call, I can get 'em now (I can get 'em now)
I thought I could never fuck her, I could hit her now (I could hit her now)
Rolls seats got my lower back feelin' right (Feelin' right)
Probably somewhere in the hills, I be out of sight (Chillin')
Bitches flag me down in traffic, "You Obama, right?" (Yeah, that's me)
Pourin' deuces in my soda, I just need a Sprite (Sprite)

[Verse 2: BlueBucksClan DJ]
I just faced a whole 'Wood, got me feelin' right (Feelin' right)
Keep scorin' on these niggas, yeah, I'm really nice (Ayy, he nice)
BucksClan do what we want, nigga, fuck a price (Fuck a price)
All these stars in my ceiling keep on shinin' bright (Big Rolls)
Flex on these niggas, give 'em somethin' to see (Big flexin')
Double F's on my shoes, shirt double-G (Big Gucci)
Fuckin' on your bitch, ooh, she in love with me (She in love)
Quarterback, bitch, I ball, ain't no sub for me (Ain't no sub)
Now all these niggas lyin', sayin' they run with me (You don't run with me)
Now all these bitches cryin', wanna come with me (You can't come with me)
Yellow Lam' flyin', lookin' like a bumblebee (Bitch)
Yeah, I think I'm better than you niggas, you can't humble me (Lil' nigga)
Your bitch wanna smash me, I told her crumble me (Yeah, do it)
I bet my old bitch mad that she fumbled me (Haha, bitch)

[Verse 3: Jeeezy]
Why you mad at your bitch? She had fun with me (We had fun)
Ten bitches in this loft keep me company (Keep me company)
Two bitches, one of me, they keep jumpin' me (This ain't fair)
Mad I let her drive the Ghost, this shit hauntin' me (Goddamn)
Yeah, your nigga think he fly, but he can't fuck with me (He can't fuck with me)
Book the Clan for a show, yeah, we thirty deep (Thirty deep)
Bougie bitch, she from Atlanta, that's my Georgia peach (Georgia peach)
Louboutins on my feet like I'm finna preach (Finna preach)
Almost slipped with this bitch, damn, I feel like Meek (Goddamn)
You can have the whole bitch, I just want a piece (I just want a piece)

[Verse 4: BlueBucksClan DJ & Jeeezy]
Get to fast talkin' bitches like I'm Keak Da Sneak (Keak Da Sneak)
Drive the Lam' like I'm bookin', but ain't no caprice (No caprice)
At the top, it's just us, I feel like Lil Reese (Lil Reese)
You want butterfly steak or you want Taco Pete? (What you want?)
She keep sayin' her top fire, I'm like, "Let me see" (Let me see)
Christians cuttin' up my feet, I'm like, "Let me bleed" (Bitch, I'm bleedin')
I just started rappin', all these niggas under me (Under me)
You ain't gon' top me in the Rolls, you can't come with me (Hell nah)
Yeah, her head stone-cold, told her stunner me (Stone-cold)
From the back, hold her arm, she can't run from me (You can't run)
Top me 'til I can't move, told her punish me (Yeah, punish me)
Double cup at the table, labels havin' lunch with me (Havin' lunch with me)
Feel like DMX, I don't know what these bitches want from me (What these bitches want)
Now all these lil' hoes wanna flirt with me (Tryna flirt)
All these lil' lame niggas want a verse from me (Hell nah)
Nah, you can't get no song and no show with me (Hell nah)
Niggas askin' where the hoes, I got four with me (I got four with me)
Heard you mad I got your bitch, yeah, your whore with me (Yeah, she with me)
Yeah, ain't no square bitches, only goers with me (Yeah, goers)
My niggas got the hammers in the club, feel like Thor with me (Like Thor)
Walkin' in these Christian Loubs, I got the Lord with me (Thank the Lord)
Told her fuck me good like she tryna have a boy with me (Have my boy)