Belt 2 Ass

[Intro]
(Damn, Drako, you made this?) Brr, gang

[Chorus]
We sign niggas to belt to ass (Gang), that mean spank 'em quick (Spank his ass)
Jump out blastin', Glock get to flashin', nigga, this ain't no pic' (Brr, brr)
I'm tappin' the switch with a regular fifty, lil' nigga, this ain't no KRISS (Go, go)
When I'm in them cars, I be with them takers, lil' nigga, they ain't gon' miss (Bitch)
Niggas be lyin' 'bout what they did, why you gotta cap about it? (Stop it, goofy)
When your homie died, you ain't even turn up, you ain't wanna get clapped about it (You ain't wanna get-back)
The last nigga ever took somethin' from my gang got his wrapped about it (Bitch)
So many high-speeds, Tadoe flippin' blocks, he done fuck around, crashed the Audi (What you on?)

[Verse]
BackdoorK, don't get backdoored (Bitch)
Whenever I move, it's two to three poles
When wе drop the window, let .223 go
Right therе I was bappin' (Go)
Shoot out the window, you know it ain't happenin' (It ain't)
Chase him on feet, that's how you catch shit (Get 'em)
We caught him early, he ain't get breakfast (Get 'em)
Didn't have his gun, he shouldn't have left it (Ha)
Bitch, when your homie die (When he die), don't ask me no questions (Don't ask me shit)
Just know that we stretch shit (We got 'em), TSG, we reckless (Go)
Yeah, we caught y'all dog (Brr), folks 'nem hit his neck too (Bitch)
Can't get away, we catch shit (Get 'em), ain't no internet shit
They know I'm Mr. Swing My Door Block Off The Intersection (Get that bitch)
This shit get so interestin', yeah, we tapped his head and left him (We left his ass)
On the 6 I do what I want, bitch, we got lethal weapons (Got off my block)
I told them niggas, "Stand on business my only suggestion" (Go)
Fuck that, I'm on some other shit (Some other shit), I touched a hundred quick (A hundred quick)
If we ain't never take no losses (Nah), nigga, we'd have a hundred blicks
Minus all the shit we took, minus all the licks we hit (All them licks)
Me and niggas been good, B.O.A., we glassin' shit (B.O.A.)
No, I can't show you how to get rich (Nah) 'cause a nigga still tryna get rich (I'm tryin')
But I can show you how to hit a lick (On gang)
I can show you how to really do a hit
Bounce out, put two in his shit
I can show you how to make sure he dead
I don't go off what he or she said
Yeah, we hit his ass up and he bled (We got 'em)

[Chorus]
We sign niggas to belt to ass (Belt to ass), that mean spank 'em quick (That mean get 'em)
Jump out blastin', Glock get to flashin', nigga, this ain't no pic' (Nigga, this ain't no pic')
I'm tappin' the switch with a regular fifty, lil' nigga, this ain't no KRISS
When I'm in them cars, I be with them takers, lil' nigga, they ain't gon' miss (Bitch)
Niggas be lyin' 'bout what they did, why you gotta cap about it? (Why you gotta cap?)
When your homie died, you ain't even turn up, you ain't wanna get clapped about it (You ain't wanna get-back)
The last nigga ever took somethin' from my gang got his wrapped about it (He got his ass wrapped)
So many high-speeds, Tadoe flippin' blocks, he done fuck around, crashed the Audi (Like what you on?)