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[Intro: Yung Threat & Yung Dizzy]
Aight then (We the real young belt boys, standing on business)
Aight then (Free Motion)
Uh, Yung Threat, nigga (Free Giz)
Yung Threat, the war vet' (Free Soulja[?])

[Chorus: Yung Threat]
I’m tired of this rap shit, ‘bout to go back what I'm used to, sliding with FN's and drac’s out the mini coupe
The K get to rolling I'm calling it Pikachu
I'm kicking the door down, I'm calling it peek-a-boo
These niggas ain't real, like glass, they see-through
Speaking on Q, just watch how I punish you
I go up the hope and them niggas, they scatter
Hit a nigga with that switch and it fucked up his bladder
Then I go up the One, them clickas they fast, I chase 'em for fun
I don't know if they checked, but ima call it a hunch
I spin with the drac', that’s a kick-kick punch
And I’m onto thе next rip
Go down the 'dise and I’m bumping my stick
Thеm niggas ain't painting, I call it a myth
How the fuck is you wickin? That nigga he nic'
I really be wickin, I spin 'till I’m sick

[Verse 1: Yung Threat]
Give a fuck if it's a clucka, they gon die on that strip
How the fuck is you banging, you sell out a zip?
You sell out a zip and I smoke out the zip
I'm rolling up bro, he got hit and he tripped
I'm fucking with Dizzy, he fully equipped
I call him the wizard, he waving a stick
I'm fucking with Double, since we was youngins been causing the trouble
I'm fucking with Earz, he the jack all trades, you know he can shuffle
He talking too much, ima give him a muzzle
Got a bad bitch with me, you know she a bubble
He got hit in his chest, shoulda knew I don't tussle
Like a grape in a fruit fight, you know ima bust you
Youn spin with yo' shoes tied, boy, I'll pluck you

[Verse 2: Yung Dizzy]
(Boom, Boom)
(Buh, Buh, Buh)
Why the fuck is you dissing? You don't even spin
When I hop out that car, they be pushing they men
Chase a dyke through a cut, she got hit now she stuck
She screaming out "Ah!", she couldn't get up
They call me the wizard, I make shit go poof
Me and Threat in that car, and you know what we do
When we spinning on rips, we don't do less than two
We the real breaking news and you know that's the truth
Ion be giving out passes, you get hit with yo bitch
A bitch in the way, she get hit with this shit
Hopped out on a-, she got caught in the mix
From the north to the south, man we be bringing that shit
A nigga got caught out of bounds ,he got punished
Big plus one gang, now I'm screaming, "Who want it?"
We the young belt boys, man, you know how we coming
(Boom)

[Bridge: Yung Dizzy]
We touring the city, man, this shit get lit
Hopped out on they rip with a drac' and a switch
I'm a fast ass nigga, I chase, I don't slip
And I stand over top screaming "Long Live Drip!"
Ya'll be gone out the south, let me out by the church
Hit his ass with a K, now his face in the dirt
I'm smoking on Fats, he got did the worst
Long live Fatboy, got put in a hearse

[Chorus: Yung Threat]
I'm tired of this rap shit, ‘bout to go back what I'm used to, sliding with FN's and drac's out the mini coupe
The K get to rolling I'm calling it Pikachu
I'm kicking the door down, I'm calling it peek-a-boo
These niggas ain't real, like glass, they see-through
Speaking on Q, just watch how I punish you
I go up the hope and them niggas, they scatter
Hit a nigga with that switch and it fucked up his bladder
Then I go up the One, them clickas they fast, I chase 'em for fun
I don't know if they checked, but ima call it a hunch
I spin with the drac', that's a kick-kick punch
And I'm onto the next rip
Go down the 'dise and I'm bumping my stick
Them niggas ain't painting, I call it a myth
How the fuck is you wickin? That nigga he nic'
I really be wickin, I spin 'till I'm sick

[Outro: Yung Threat]
On Ahk, we the real Young Belt Boys, we screaming, "Who want it?"
I got a fourteen-year-old youngin'
Shooting your gun, it ain't nothin'
Bitch ass nigga, we ain't-
Man...