B3LLA Lyrics

I don't give no fucks no more

Ella ella ay ay slaat

I don't give out love no more

Ella ella ay slaat

I cant even trust no more

Ella ella ay big brree

That fake love I don't want no more

Sweet one she looks like cinderella

Hey

Sweet one her lips taste like fruitella

Hey

Italian ting ciao bella ella

Hey

Go and get your bread up

Go and get your bread up

I'm on the block and I'm smoking on meds

Cant fuck with the opps I just leave em on read

He's talking so much don't believe what he's says

He's talking so much he must talk to the feds

Not hearing the shit I just bill up a next

Not hearing that shit I just come here to flex

Now I'm back in the zone I'm stepping on necks

In monaco skrt in a bentley

Rocking some LV and Fendi

Spraying this clip till its empty

My LMG ride in a bentley

No more nice guy I cant be friendly

No more new friends that shit get teccy

No more is I see dem boy envy

Big bro in cell do you really get me

Only my real gs really get me

I double and triple I'm hitting the top

Rockstar shit this not pop

My killys still pebbling rocks

I cant tell him to stop when he's getting the guap

Again

There talking my kindness for weakness

I not saving this thot I'm not Jesus

I got so many sons they want be us yea

Beann

My circle the squad full of leaders

Your gang and your squad full of leaches

I'm rocking away like the bleachers

Only the gang in my features

I'm with he gang cooking heaters

Look at your crep they are beaters

I step in the functions with geekers

Pick and choose

Do or die

Do this for my guys

Snooze you lose

Don't ask me why

Boy he got hit with the fire

I'm off the 2s don't ask me to drive

I am that villainous guy

I was born in june king gemini

Summer be feeling alright

Sweet one she looks like cinderella

Hey

Sweet one her lips taste like fruitella

Hey

Italian ting ciao bella ella

Hey

Go and get your bread up

Go and get your bread up