Belly Buster

When I
Pull up, run
Whip out, gun
Hammer, up
I swear to fucking god bro, I am done

When I
Pull up, run
Whip out, gun
Hammer, up
I swear to fucking god bro, I am done

Hey,
If these motherfuckers really want to talk shit
My choppa lift up to heights that
Make these motherfuckers nauseous
You left me to my instincts
The spidey senses tingling
Pow pow pow pow pow

You can't move
You can't rock
You can't lean

When I run
When I run
When I speed

Through the city
Through the smoke
You can't see, bitch

You can't hear this shit cause you out of luck, yeah
Run this fucking check, bitch
Run this fucking luck, bitch (No smoke)
You ain't seen enough, bitch
I ain't seen enough, bitch
Run around town with a Glock-16 and
I already know that I am mean and
I am running like the machine, like (Talk your shit)
Like shit

Fuck all this talking
Fuck all this talking
Fuck all this talking
Fuck all this talking
Fuck all this talking
Fuck all this talking

Yeah, aye
The world don't revolve around you, bitch
Nail me up to a crucifix
Made of toothpicks, used glue; spit
I tried to fist fight my demons in the Barnes
They proved to be elusive
I made it cool to look like a retard
Now they intrusive, uh

Rock with me
Rock with me
We under control, baby
Rock with me
Rock with me
You already know, baby
Rock with me
Rock with me
You under control, baby
Rock with me
Rock with me
We under control, baby
Yeah



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Writer(s): Salmon Man
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