"2Beltz" lyrics
(Ayy, who made it? Milan made it, bitch)
Nigga better not act up or I'ma put that belt on his ass
I'ma send a big booty bitch to his section, I'm tryna get next to his ass
You gon' leave this club, get in that car, nigga, and throw on your mask
Nigga, fuck them hoes, we ain't talkin' no bitches, nigga, it's time to go smash
Follow that car, if they stop at the Shells, nigga ain't gettin' no gas, uh-huh
He in the car with some hoes he just met, we hittin' all of they ass
Man, this shit gettin' too deep, I'on even know if I can give a nigga momma a pass
Like, come here, bitch, phew, phew, phew, that's just for havin' his ass
Ayy, uh, uh, ayy, shirt, uh
That's where a nigga face end up and how much time he done lived on earth
Ouch, ouh, damn, that hurt
I'm tryna see out this .40 and this nina, which one of these bitches hurt the worst
Rather sit behind bars for the rest of my life 'fore my momma see me in the hearse
Fuck it, bitch, I gotta get off first
Out to eat with my bitch with my blick in her purse
Another blick in my drawers, she don't know that it's there
If they blick up this car then I'm blickin' her first
Stop all that movin', I'm paranoid, bitch
You keep checkin' your phone and I just popped a Perc'
When he walked out the front door to go check his mail, leave his brains on a doorknob and head on the doorbell
I think the doorbell camera got the car that we ride
Dammit, I gotta lay low and go ghost again
Bitch hit my phone, talkin' 'bout, ''Pull up, take me through there''
I'm finna take that bitch through there
You know where them opp niggas stay, told the bitch, ''Take me through there''
Somebody gettin' popped if 2 there, huh
Nigga better not act up or I'ma put that belt on his ass
I'ma send a big booty bitch to his section, I'm tryna get next to his ass
You gon' leave this club, get in that car, nigga, and throw on your mask
Nigga, fuck them hoes, we ain't talkin' no bitches, nigga, it's time to go smash
Follow that car, if they stop at the Shells, nigga ain't gettin' no gas, uh-huh
He in the car with some hoes he just met, we hittin' all of they ass
Man, this shit gettin' too deep, I'on even know if I can give a nigga momma a pass
Like, come here, bitch, phew, phew, phew, that's just for havin' his ass
Haha
That's just for havin' his ass
Huh
Like, come here, bitch, that's just for havin' his-, uh
Damn, my bad
But that's just for havin' his ass
Huh, phew, phew, phew
Huh
Nigga better not act up or I'ma put that belt on his ass
I'ma send a big booty bitch to his section, I'm tryna get next to his ass
You gon' leave this club, get in that car, nigga, and throw on your mask
Nigga, fuck them hoes, we ain't talkin' no bitches, nigga, it's time to go smash
Follow that car, if they stop at the Shells, nigga ain't gettin' no gas, uh-huh
He in the car with some hoes he just met, we hittin' all of they ass
Man, this shit gettin' too deep, I'on even know if I can give a nigga momma a pass
Like, come here, bitch, phew, phew, phew, that's just for havin' his ass
Ayy, uh, uh, ayy, shirt, uh
That's where a nigga face end up and how much time he done lived on earth
Ouch, ouh, damn, that hurt
I'm tryna see out this .40 and this nina, which one of these bitches hurt the worst
Rather sit behind bars for the rest of my life 'fore my momma see me in the hearse
Fuck it, bitch, I gotta get off first
Out to eat with my bitch with my blick in her purse
Another blick in my drawers, she don't know that it's there
If they blick up this car then I'm blickin' her first
Stop all that movin', I'm paranoid, bitch
You keep checkin' your phone and I just popped a Perc'
When he walked out the front door to go check his mail, leave his brains on a doorknob and head on the doorbell
I think the doorbell camera got the car that we ride
Dammit, I gotta lay low and go ghost again
Bitch hit my phone, talkin' 'bout, ''Pull up, take me through there''
I'm finna take that bitch through there
You know where them opp niggas stay, told the bitch, ''Take me through there''
Somebody gettin' popped if 2 there, huh
Nigga better not act up or I'ma put that belt on his ass
I'ma send a big booty bitch to his section, I'm tryna get next to his ass
You gon' leave this club, get in that car, nigga, and throw on your mask
Nigga, fuck them hoes, we ain't talkin' no bitches, nigga, it's time to go smash
Follow that car, if they stop at the Shells, nigga ain't gettin' no gas, uh-huh
He in the car with some hoes he just met, we hittin' all of they ass
Man, this shit gettin' too deep, I'on even know if I can give a nigga momma a pass
Like, come here, bitch, phew, phew, phew, that's just for havin' his ass
Haha
That's just for havin' his ass
Huh
Like, come here, bitch, that's just for havin' his-, uh
Damn, my bad
But that's just for havin' his ass
Huh, phew, phew, phew
Huh
