BELIEGERENT ft. BIZARRE Lyrics

Yeah, it's all my dirty grindy niggas

This is for the underground, this is for the hardcore

This is for the thugs, thugs, thugs

This is for the shooters, this is for the killers

This is for the drillers

Wake up in the morning drunk and belligerent

Asshole, real inconsiderate

Grew up in a foster home with no dad

Feastin' studio is all I had

I'ma get rich or die tryin

For 50 cent, I'll sling the iron

In middle school, I was still a neck pack

You try to run, get shot in the back

My cousin Cory, he finna blow

I got the white like it's finna snow

No talkin', I just cock and aim

And you pump brakes like the light for the chain

Window, nigga, fuck your hero

I bring the heat like Rob and DeNiro

I'm getting high in the coffee shop

And if you talk shit, nigga, course he pop

This is for the underground, this is for the hardcore

This is for the thugs, thugs thugs

This is for the shooters, this is for the killers

This is for the drillers

This is for the underground, this is for the hardcore

This is for the thugs, thugs, thugs

This is for the shooters, this is for the killers

This is for the drillers

Sock my dick

I'm flippin' strips, what bazaar

We clipped up in the middle, nobody know who we are

We kick it in, poppin' shots, we Detroit finest

Sippin' purple, smokin' purple

Got your bitch poppin' purple pills

Today is her birthday, fuck how you feel

I'm sellin' ice cream, pitchin' M&Ms

While I got your hoes suckin' my dick in bizarre old films

Now pass me the blunt and pass that bitch around

Because she only worth 50 cent

But I flip that bitch until I dollar, holla

I made it for the money and now the power

Stickin' to the plan, tryna make 100 grand

Ghost coast records, Midwest style

This is for the underground, this is for the hardcore

This is for the thugs, thugs, thugs

This is for the shooters, this is for the killers

This is for the drillers

This is for the underground, this is for the hardcore

This is for the thugs, thugs, thugs

This is for the shooters, this is for the killers

This is for the drillers

Stop my shit

We independent, nothing rented, window tinted

Block my haters, oh, what a motherfuckin' feelin

Watch me make a killin

Pimpin' hoes, makin' bitches touch they knees, touch they toes

And bounce that booty hole

Boom, you and your crew

Let's make a killin' tonight

Let's take it to another level

Now it's time to make a play

Call up, because I know he don't give a fuck

Because I need some backup

Then we split it 50-50, GTA style

Let's count a million, then we put it on the money

On a single, till it double up a billion

Sellin' out shows, me to greet my fans

Now watch me do my dance

Ghost coast records, Midwest style

This is for the underground, this is for the hardcore

This is for the thugs, thugs, thugs

This is for the killers

This is for the drillers

This is for the underground, this is for the hardcore

This is for the thugs, thugs, thugs

This is for the shooters

This is for the killers

This is for the drillers

Stop my shit