"Belt To Booty Freestyle" lyrics

Yeah, huh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, uh-huh, huh
Too many, huh, huh, huh
Come here, huh
Come on
Yeah, uh-huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (1900, 1900)

Seen too many L's, it's 'bout time we came up ('bout time)
They think this the end, bitch, it's only phase one
Huh, I threw back three, bottle told me take one (bah-bah)
Eyes pourin' green, boy, they love them fake drugs (yeah)
I'm in L.A. smokin' on that purple cream (uh-huh)
Spend a bag on cough syrup, now I'm havin' purple dreams (havin' purple dreams)
I just called the drank man again, I'm a purple fiend (I'm a purple fiend)
I just spilled a whole eight of Wock on my purple jeans (on my purple jeans)
Huh, bitch, I'm geeked as hell, I'm a fry guy (I'm a fry guy)
I be gettin' so much cheese, might buy out the Five Guys (buy the Five Guys)
Pop four balls like I was lookin' for some Wi-Fi (for some Wi-Fi)
Took too many Percs, I'm in the sky, I'm a fly guy (I'm a fly guy)
Huh, huh, bitch, I'm in her dreams somethin' like Sandman
Me and cuz ain't had no weed, smokin' dead men
Now it's whole three-fives of your dead man
This choppa here make you do the KanKan
Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, huh, give you the rest of me
I been in the kitchen, but I can't give you the recipe
Gettin' big birds off in the street, sound like Sesame (come on)
Servin' white girl, call her eight ball, Bethany
Huh, huh, that ho cool, but she ain't cool enough for no Tiffany
Huh, goin' up, they say don't crash, they gon' blick for me
Huh, huh, really ain't worried 'bout shit when I got Rick with me
Really ain't worried 'bout shit if I got blick with me
Huh, huh, huh, huh
We puttin' belt to ass, bitch, we puttin' belt to booty
Huh, I just walked in Saks Fifth, bought out all the Ksubis
Huh, I ain't no trick, but I put Givenchy on her coochie
Huh, huh, I beat from the back then told her, "Turn around and chew me"
Huh, huh (come here), beat from the back then put my dick all in her throat
Huh, huh, this X got me tweakin', might just need a pole
Huh, huh, the dope came off the boat, just how I like my ho
Huh, white boys in the hood, got her sniffin' blow
Huh, huh, white boys in the hood, better not be trolls
Huh, huh, when Bubba at the door, Bubba at the door
Huh, huh, I ain't fumble I got bundles of that dough
Huh, huh, smokin' crumble, 'bout to stumble to the floor
Uh-huh, huh-huh, huh-huh
Oppy fall asleep
Huh, one stop shop, anything, you call me
Huh, I was ridin' through the city with it on me
Huh, one-man army, still a slide, one deep
Huh, white boy make the chopper sin' "One Direction"
Huh, too much dope, tryna kick us out for an inspection
Huh, they don't want us in the city, so that shit expected
Huh, that's why we smokin' on this dope for the feel better