"BELMONT BOYZ" lyrics
Yeah, I'm going hard, yeah
They say I'm going far, yeah
With different foreign cars, uh
I'm tryna go to Mars, yeah
I kind of feel like DeMar, oh
It's hard to be a star
Up in the booth, not a bar
Kinda livin' large
You know I'm crazy right now, man
I'm fucking with my head
Uhhh-ohhh
Yeah, uh
We get turnt up, I couldn't remember, yeah, yeah
I just had to go and get my bands up, uh, yeah
I don't think these niggas understand us
Got Belmont boys, these niggas don't want no cancer
And they don't give a fuck about a camera, yeah, yeah
And why she telling me just what a Perc does?
I know, I got these niggas kind of nervous
And I'm still getting a bag when I'm turnt up, oh, yeah, oh
Yeah, I'm going hard, yeah
They say I'm going far, yeah
With different foreign cars, uh
I'm tryna go to Mars, yeah
I kind of feel like DeMar, oh
It's hard to be a star
Up in the booth, not a bar
Kinda living large
She told me, she need a massage
So I gave her one now
And if it's on your head, better keep one up top
Watch them claim that shit, and them niggas wiped 'em out
Man, that bitch toxic, and she got a mighty mouth
Oh, and if it ain't a benefit, then he gotta count me out
And I can't trust shit, nigga talk like Minnie Mouse
Thank God for the fiends, had to use the trappin' route
Lil' cro love playing with the beam, had to tell him, "Put it down"
My niggas in orange and burgundy
Even though they lie, they chirp for me
Telling me they meant for me
And be as neat as you can be
So I'm trappin' on the feet
I make money on the beat
I ain't scared of no police
Drop a check and then I leave
Yeah, uh
We get turnt up, I couldn't remember, yeah, yeah
I just had to go and get my bands up, uh, yeah
I don't think these niggas understand us
Got Belmont boys, these niggas don't want no cancer, yeah, yeah
And they don't give a fuck about a camera
And why she telling me just what a Perc does?
I know, I got these niggas kind of nervous
And I'm still getting a bag when I'm turnt up, (Oh) yeah
We get turnt up, I couldn't remember, nah, yeah
I just had to go and get my bands up, uh, yeah
I don't think these niggas understand us
Got Belmont boys, these niggas don't want no cancer, uh, yeah
Yeah, and why she telling me just what a Perc does?
I know, I got these niggas kind of nervous
(J-Smoke got that dope)
(Oh my God)
They say I'm going far, yeah
With different foreign cars, uh
I'm tryna go to Mars, yeah
I kind of feel like DeMar, oh
It's hard to be a star
Up in the booth, not a bar
Kinda livin' large
You know I'm crazy right now, man
I'm fucking with my head
Uhhh-ohhh
Yeah, uh
We get turnt up, I couldn't remember, yeah, yeah
I just had to go and get my bands up, uh, yeah
I don't think these niggas understand us
Got Belmont boys, these niggas don't want no cancer
And they don't give a fuck about a camera, yeah, yeah
And why she telling me just what a Perc does?
I know, I got these niggas kind of nervous
And I'm still getting a bag when I'm turnt up, oh, yeah, oh
Yeah, I'm going hard, yeah
They say I'm going far, yeah
With different foreign cars, uh
I'm tryna go to Mars, yeah
I kind of feel like DeMar, oh
It's hard to be a star
Up in the booth, not a bar
Kinda living large
She told me, she need a massage
So I gave her one now
And if it's on your head, better keep one up top
Watch them claim that shit, and them niggas wiped 'em out
Man, that bitch toxic, and she got a mighty mouth
Oh, and if it ain't a benefit, then he gotta count me out
And I can't trust shit, nigga talk like Minnie Mouse
Thank God for the fiends, had to use the trappin' route
Lil' cro love playing with the beam, had to tell him, "Put it down"
My niggas in orange and burgundy
Even though they lie, they chirp for me
Telling me they meant for me
And be as neat as you can be
So I'm trappin' on the feet
I make money on the beat
I ain't scared of no police
Drop a check and then I leave
Yeah, uh
We get turnt up, I couldn't remember, yeah, yeah
I just had to go and get my bands up, uh, yeah
I don't think these niggas understand us
Got Belmont boys, these niggas don't want no cancer, yeah, yeah
And they don't give a fuck about a camera
And why she telling me just what a Perc does?
I know, I got these niggas kind of nervous
And I'm still getting a bag when I'm turnt up, (Oh) yeah
We get turnt up, I couldn't remember, nah, yeah
I just had to go and get my bands up, uh, yeah
I don't think these niggas understand us
Got Belmont boys, these niggas don't want no cancer, uh, yeah
Yeah, and why she telling me just what a Perc does?
I know, I got these niggas kind of nervous
(J-Smoke got that dope)
(Oh my God)
Writer(s): Dimarjio Jenkins
