"Belt Flex" lyrics

Go buy your pick of ink, make a plus
Give it about 10 minutes to set it
We're up, lit and passing

You know we pop around the world
Swing without giving a dang 'bout where our belts land at
Yeah
Get your chat whooped, shook

Switch
Yeah
Another one, the biggest
Risked his biscuit for some chicken wings
Whooping?

Youngest son, can you do some for me
Whatchu want?
Can you hit a little snitch flex for me
Middle son, can you do some for me
Watchu want, whatchu want?
Come read off what this report says for me
A dish ain't done
None of 'em
Can you do some for me?
Know these pops hurt a lot more for me
Ok
And mid kid
What
Do your swing on him mom, do your swing
Hold up mom
Do your swing on him mom, do your swing

I'm the mama who forget
This belt pops a lot
Talking back to me? You're not
That's how you get popped
All my kids in vanish mode
I dream that dream a lot

Took a family pic you made me snap and flash the croc
Walk? We climbed to school struggling
This ain't nothing
Ain't 4? Your grade point's average
Your math's musty

I know I said it'd just be a minute
A good one, don't rush me
I promise I won't get mad about it
Do you trust me?

Mama's savage
Not the one, not a one, not the one
Snatch your, sibling for practice
Talk back? We croc that, you want fair? This ain't scholastics

I see that kids get in for cheap? You get to acting
Not the one on mama's son
Boy ask your father
Boy ask your mother
Boy don't ask me
Always wasting something this ain't for free
Asking me for rides when I done gave y'all quads and feet
Lost your mind? I find it Imma

All you bros
All but lil bro
Need to remember who y'all talking to
It's a mama mode CEO
Got that switch for you if you're not working well
Don't need reason she said so
You need to find you someone else to call
When your GPA's get low
If she gets tried you're done done

Ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay
Ay

I'm on that mama gang snitch
Broke your game switch
Pops?
Yeah you wish
Play no games

Aye, fix them tones
O's on notes
We've got Fs and mess at home
Scores up 10 fold if it wasn't for that phone
No mama
Parents linking up, guess I won't whoop alone, get yo-

Same teacher seeing me
Those grades been on D and D
Get out of line for one more thing, gon' pay
Got Fs? Don't need the Gs
Can't have mess
Don't care whose room it is, it should be pristine
We've got whooptok in shock you keep the phones
We take seasoning
Ain't sat on Saturdays got SATs?
You gon' see the Pre
I better never see a C
Sick laughing? You can't be AB
Should be done by the time I count to 1, lemme see the speed
I act like I forgot a couple days
Then it's you and me

Your siblings love asking if bro told
When you know he did
When you know he did
He came in chill, but he left out with a quiver lip
The dish washer watched gotcha you know you ain't slick

Shoutout to the switch
Both of 'em
Sun's up? We awake
I'm too young for these debates
I put 10s on my cake
Go apologize? For why?
I might just let 'em have a plate

Don't ask 'bout letter math
No there's no 'wait' in 'graduate, right?
Only call for holler when you walk across that stage
Fake that beauty sleep?
Ain't gon' be pretty when they wake
Parents seem great and they underestimate
Take it from a vet, that's a rookie mom mistake
Aye

I'm on that mama gang snitch
Broke your game switch
Mama gang switch
Chat? Get played, twitch
Pops?
Yeah you wish
Ain't a game
And we gone