Belly

Aye
I'm a bad influence
Showed the bitch my cup, now her belly feeling stupid
Suck me in the Tracky, that's the language that she fluent
Track in the tunnel sounding better than my music
Money my distraction, I feel better when I use it
Drugs my escape, I feel better when I'm using
Drop another track when I run it and I lose it
Faces my escape, sell my pain through my music

Blood on my lips
Sipping like a vamp
World is really mine
Wildin till I can't
Took her to a local for the date, it's a wrap
Told the bitch I rap, looked at me and told me "Prove it"
Shorty said she fucking with the paint, it's a wrap
Fucked her out in public
Body told me do it
Heart been broke so many times but the music get me through it
Stomach aches I'm bubblin, it's the pharmaceuticals
Internet warrior, hating from a cubicle
Lurking in my stories, tryna get the scoop
Tell a hoe be quiet while I'm tryna write a verse
Tryna calm her down but I only made her worse
Grew up in the belly, Carol City family
Show her around the block, now her man jelly
Peanut butter seats, jamming to my mixtape
Gotta see the V, it sound stupid when I floor it

Aye
I'm a bad influence
Showed the bitch my cup, now her belly feeling stupid
Suck me in the Tracky, that's the language that she fluent
Track in the tunnel sounding better than my music
Money my distraction, I feel better when I use it
Drugs my escape, I feel better when I'm using
Drop another track when I run it and I lose it
Faces my escape, sell my pain through my music
Aye
I'm a bad influence
Aye, what
I'm a bad influence
Showed the bitch my cup, now her belly feeling stupid
Aye
Aye, aye, what
Aye, aye



Credits
Writer(s): Bray Rodriguez
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