loyal to a fault with hit boy feat bryson tiller lil durk

Big Sean

[Intro: Big Sean]
Found somebody new, that s when you gonna fix it, huh?
I can t deal with no hoe or no fake bitch (Yeah, woah)
I failed every time they tested my patience (Yeah, yeah)
Once I m done, I m done
Damn, damn, damn, damn (G. Ry got me)
Hit-Boy

[Chorus: Big Sean with Bryson Tiller]
If I can t cut you out, I ll cut you off (Cut it)
Bein honest to you only left me scarred (Wow)
I m done apologizin for some shit that s not my fault
Really, realized I need your all or none at all
Nothin hurts forever, that s just how the game goes (Goes)
Can t be out here lookin stupid, lovin lame hoes (Stupid)
I know how to stay in shit way too long (Long)
And let it throw me off (Off) , loyal to a fault (Woah)
Loyal, loyal to a fault (For real)
Just like all the dawgs (Yeah) , loyal to a fault (Woah, woah)
Even if it s my fault (Woah-woah)

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
For real (Brr)
Hate when what I wanted ain t the same as what I needed to do (Needed to do)
All the good ones I passed on, I was leavin for you (Leavin for you)
Found someone who gave me the support I needed from you (All I needed)
Back on the bullshit, full blast (Blast)
Feels like you owe me your heart and soul plus tax (Plus tax)
You ask me to delete all the nudes that you sent me, don t worry, they all in the trash (Sike)
I want you back til I realize what you give me and what I m worth really don t match
Slimey (Slimey) , that s how you did me (That s how you did me)
You care, I care for you way more, I m lookin silly
You did it again, painted me out as the villain again
I can t go back in that cycle and spin (Brr)
Wastin my time if I gotta pretend
And I can t afford to waste that shit again, no
[Chorus: Big Sean & Bryson Tiller, Big Sean]
If I can t cut you out, I ll cut you off (Cut it, cut it)
Bein honest to you only left me scarred (Scarred)
I m done apologizin for some shit that s not my fault
Really, realized I need your all or none at all

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I know she a cheater, so I don t really need her
I fuck her and treat her, she give me a fever
She classy and ratchet, she really bipolar
She think that she playin me, this bitch is a tweaker
Me, I m different, she can go cheat, I ain t trippin
I don t do coke, I m sippin , ain t no ass I m kissin
No one loyal, look how Future did Pippen
Stayin or leavin , faithful or cheatin
Your friends be drinkin and tellin they secrets
Buy-buy-buyin her watches, bitch, just stop it
You better go tell them lil niggas you freaky, I m Shmurk
Bitch, I ain t wifin no eater
I got India, she is a diva, no cap
Bro, my bitch, she a keeper
Name one industry nigga that hit her, huh?
We not runnin on Twitter
Hop in her Dm, I m smackin a nigga, uh
Every girl know I m faithful
Every girl know I m loyal
Every girl know I m loyal
[Chorus: Big Sean with Bryson Tiller]
If I can t cut you out, I ll cut you off (Cut it)
Bein honest to you only left me scarred (Wow)
Done apologizin for some shit that s not my fault
Really, realized I need your all or none at all
Nothin hurts forever, that s just how the game goes (Goes)
Can t be out here lookin stupid, lovin lame hoes (Stupid)
Mm, I know how to stay in shit way too long (Long)
And let it throw me off (Off) , loyal to a fault (Fault)
Loyal, loyal to a fault (For real)
Just like all the dawgs (Yeah) , loyal to a fault (Woah, woah)
Even if it s my- (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Bryson Tiller]
Ooh, damn, makin me choose again
Every night, we go through it again
This paradise lookin like Mars again
How you try to walk in the shoes that I m in? (You can t)
I know what you re doin again
That s hangin out with ol dude again
Then breakin all me and your rules again (Breakin our rules again, yeah)
Yeah, but I guess that s how the game go
Can t be out here lookin stupid lovin lame hoes (Nah)
I can t have you on my wrist, I can t have you on my name, no (On my name, oh name)
You got a lot to gain, don t you put em out again (What do I gain?)
I done lost just bout everything
Can t turn my mind, steady with change
Have fun, better remember you said I can t
Hell if I can t, talk my shit, and I tell em it ain t my loss (Loss, loss, loss, loss)
Wait til you see their face when I tell em it ain t my fault