Belt
(LORENZ, DON'T STOP)
Get up with me I be poppin' shit
Yo bitch wanna fuck cause I rap And I be droppin' shit
We got sticks in this bitch open The door we ain't lockin' shit
She was actin' greedy for the check So I blocked the bitch
Try to get up with me cuz got his Chop on em
Thought he was trading for my Drac then I upped the Glock on Em'
Two ARPS switched up I'm finna Bend a block on em'
Arp with a fully got a 60 and a Scope on it
They gave you a statement paper And you wrote on it
The stock come on the back of this Bitch look like a boat on it
Beezy creep down and get up on The whip he get low on em'
And smack them bitches through The windshield
Even with the glock don't got 9's This a ten Mil
I don't feel like a 30 bitch this a ten Pill
You playing over here, you goin' Home boy that's real spill
This a walk down you can't save H after this
He got it all in his stomach it's a Bag where he piss
Cappin like you doin' somethin' You ain't never took a trip
Pillow talkin' to them hoes a get You shot up in your lip
Don't need no pape on his head I Get him gone for the free
Nigga stop cappin' on the gram Like you don't know where I be
We get up on you anywhere, you Must ain't heard about cee
Lookin' at his momma and his Sister on the news when he leave
I know the whole family sad when He checked out
If we wasn't doin' all that dissing Them the pussy wouldn't have Wrecked out
I'm in the crib Ar on the bed this Bitch sat out
Any nigga run up through this Bitch he gettin' fapped down
Cappin' to the hoes like you been Up on a skit
Nigga never had a strike, cappin' Like you took a whip
Where the ten mil? He took that Bitch to his lip
Where the car at? I know you seen It roll and flip
He got hit up, now he dead now
My gunna ain't gone snitch, Matter of fact, he in the feds now
Soon as he get one he gettin' out Up on that fed bond
I got a iPhone but with the Glock I Call it head time
Head tappin' shit, I'll give yo' ass The belt
.556 hot as hell it's gon' make a Nigga melt
Bro got popped, that was a hat that I felt
.223 to the eye now he tryna look For help
Get up with me I be poppin' shit
Yo bitch wanna fuck cause I rap And I be droppin' shit
We got sticks in this bitch open The door we ain't lockin' shit
She was actin' greedy for the check So I blocked the bitch
Try to get up with me cuz got his Chop on em
Thought he was trading for my Drac then I upped the Glock on Em'
Two ARPS switched up I'm finna Bend a block on em'
Arp with a fully got a 60 and a Scope on it
They gave you a statement paper And you wrote on it
The stock come on the back of this Bitch look like a boat on it
Beezy creep down and get up on The whip he get low on em'
And smack them bitches through The windshield
Even with the glock don't got 9's This a ten Mil
I don't feel like a 30 bitch this a ten Pill
You playing over here, you goin' Home boy that's real spill
This a walk down you can't save H after this
He got it all in his stomach it's a Bag where he piss
Cappin like you doin' somethin' You ain't never took a trip
Pillow talkin' to them hoes a get You shot up in your lip
Don't need no pape on his head I Get him gone for the free
Nigga stop cappin' on the gram Like you don't know where I be
We get up on you anywhere, you Must ain't heard about cee
Lookin' at his momma and his Sister on the news when he leave
I know the whole family sad when He checked out
If we wasn't doin' all that dissing Them the pussy wouldn't have Wrecked out
I'm in the crib Ar on the bed this Bitch sat out
Any nigga run up through this Bitch he gettin' fapped down
Cappin' to the hoes like you been Up on a skit
Nigga never had a strike, cappin' Like you took a whip
Where the ten mil? He took that Bitch to his lip
Where the car at? I know you seen It roll and flip
He got hit up, now he dead now
My gunna ain't gone snitch, Matter of fact, he in the feds now
Soon as he get one he gettin' out Up on that fed bond
I got a iPhone but with the Glock I Call it head time
Head tappin' shit, I'll give yo' ass The belt
.556 hot as hell it's gon' make a Nigga melt
Bro got popped, that was a hat that I felt
.223 to the eye now he tryna look For help
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Writer(s): 23 Roddd
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