Belt

[Verse 1]
Like
C's up, you know we do this shit for Zay
Cookin' niggas up, I swear to god I dare a nigga play
Put this button on his face, like, what the fuck you say?
They can act, they was getting hit with .40s broadday
Fuck the 4s, fuck the Kreeps, they put Bino in his place
They started losing back to back, they started watching what they say
We put belt to the opps, we started blitzing our own way
Everytime we trooped through 23, we never came to play
We smoke Q, hitting good as fuck, we smoke him everyday
They took 1, ever since then we been spinning everyday
I'ma keep spinning till they dead, fuck what they say
Never been a rapper, always been a shooter broadday
Young and 13 with the .40 on the 4s, he tryna get him some
We was walking down to get him close and ask him where he from
Brodie get to dumping on the 4s, he tryna get him some
Never was a rapper, always suited with the 30 drum
You know I do it for lil Zay while throwing up the C
Got this .40 on my hip, you know I'm tryna buss a three
Always get to bussing first, can't let no nigga buss on me
That day they play with me, I'm suited up, I'm banging shit for free
Never been a type to tell the net what a nigga do
When it's time then it's time, you know I'm suited for a few
Never been the type to tell the net what a nigga do
When it's time then it's time, you know I'm suited for a few

[Verse 2]
Ace, never played the part, you know I fly, might own a vet
Two shooters bounced out, they all runnin' outta breath
Two shooters, three vics, you know they swishin' shit like Steph
Y'know I'm stepping for the F, I be buggin' all net
Like, Pop don't learn, he keep dissin, nigga oh well
Them shooters walked down, they sent his brother right to hell
Free brodie out the can, you know I'm wishing for his bail
I dare a nigga push up thinkin' we gon' fight, you know I'm frail
Started glitchin' and get picked off, you know we drop the shell
Die from the F, banging on 3's, I'm bringing belt
Racxz home, did his bid, niggas freed him from his cell
We shooting niggas fallin', know how he dead? By the smell
They keep trolling on my Fs, that's why they getting belt to ass
Young and 14 with a deucey on the Kreeps, he never passed
I was glitching for lil X while y'all was tryna get some ass
Bitch lightskin with a fatty from the Lym, she got some class
Two words to get a nigga gone, bullets and some cash
Send a baddie to his crib, he getting bullets and some ass
Four shooters bounced out, no driver, we all crows
Don't take the wheel, God got me on the Kreeps, we have a blast
Niggas think we playin' games, ask why we drop the 4
Q, dead, die 4's, niggas nailed him to the floor
They keep lying for the net, they know I'm bugging in this war
Two shooters did it well, he couldn't make it to his door
Ask 'bout FOE, niggas handing out the belt
Die Wash, fuck Dayday, they put Droy on the shelf
Woo Lotti tried to run, nigga tripped and caught the belt
LaQuai Dash tried to run, he got hit, they couldn't help

[Outro:]
Benz been died, he caught a shot for some spice
Notti tried to show out, he was 14, paid the price
And the baddie from the Lym, dress her up like Ice Spice
Two shooters nailed him to the pave', I swear them niggas nice