Fire in My Belly

[Verse 1: Datkid]

(Uh) ay, yo, fire in my belly
Money on my mind
I make money and take your money like it's mine
Wear my heart on my sleeve
No filter when I speak
Pussy gets dug out, bill up, then I sleep
Wake up, kick that bitch out
No breakfast, no cab neither
On about she was missing her gold necklace
Shit, new day, [?]
I smack rappers like they're begging for a toothache
So drop me out of your bitching please
And keep your nose up out my business G
While you can still breathe through it
I smash your bitch and let my team do it
Mi casa, su casa, that's how we do it!
Ay yo, Leaf, drop a classic, I'll add the grease to it
Clamp my teeth to it
I contribute to the crime rate
Irate, hungry, criminal mindstate
Plus I love a line and a fight mate!
They call me teeth, I'm no biter though
I've been realer than you from time ago
I make your fucking jaw spin like a dynamo
And I've been up for days inhaling all kinds of smoke
Like yo!
('liminate my competition, r-r-real, basic boy)
(Fuck ya beat, fuck ya b- *turntable scratches*)
(Teeth Ledger)
(Now-n-now)

[Verse 2: Datkid]

Me and Leaf pen a classic, that's two minutes
You rappers need to [?] so I can slap you with it
Black 90s, blue shellsuit, Q2 lab for the smellproof
Well too proud to take L's too
You're on some yes man shit
Won't let go of one before you're holding the next man's dick
I just sit back and giggle
You're dry like no filling in the middle
One wrong move, get robbed like Lidl, boy!
I'm out to eat without paying the bill
Lick the plate and order, I don't just say that I will
I want everything
You rappers sound like anything
I'm on a [?] for two days
Breath smelly thing
Ain't no fixing me, I'm way past that
I've been off-key from way far back
Your rap gang's like the Eastenders cast, and they can't act
Showtime, we get mobbed up and make eight cars packed
My clique stick with me, ain't much that they can't back
If it sounds shit it ain't our track
Pussy, don't speak my name, don't look in my direction
You must earn my worth
You ain't even got my blessing, check it!

('liminate my competition, r-r-real, basic boy)
(Fuck ya beat, fuck ya b- *turntable scratches*)
(Teeth Ledger)
(Now-n-now)