BELT BOYZ ft. Jae50K & C!A¥ Lyrics

Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye,

You hear that quack quack you'll know it's me and Clay nigga

Fuck you talm' bout

Aye

If they see this fucking straight

They bet not try to get behind this bitch

Bitch i'm tryna dodge the jakes

When i get to the crib gotta close the blinds and shit

Why this hoe all in my face

She drunk as hell

She drinking wine and shit

I just beat this nigga ass

He was playing with my time and shit

Thick as fuck yeah i got me one of the finest hoes

Grown ass nigga

I be sucking on my bitch toes (On bro)

I'm sorry to all my niggas (I am)

Cause I be hitting they blunts (I do)

They told me you got them figures

Well nigga that's all I want (On bro)

Belt boys in the club

Niggas better hide ya hoe

Real trap nigga

I got slimes and they ass ready to score

I got a couple bows, I'm dumping shit

I got feens yelling Mvp, Like im the goat

Freestyle type of nigga

Know I gotta catch the flow

Then I switch the beat

Fucking on this freaky bitch I'm in her shit too deep

Gotta know how I be coming (Fresh)

Foe nem switch the V (Skrrr)

Take the plates up off that bitch

They ain't see me cause I had on my ski

Hold on

Hold on

We them belt boys

We walk in the club

All them bitch ass niggas know to kill that fucking noise

We got the glocks, the switches, the gens

This shit ain't nothing to us but a toy

I fucked yo' bitch i kicked her out because I got too fucking annoyed

I can't go back and forth with any bitch because all I know is to go forward

She said we walking like them niggas

Bitch we is them niggas

This hoe drunk off the liquor

She asked me for a picture

I know niggas way younger than me

Tryna slide and kill some of you niggas

And bitch we only chasing that green

That's why our fucking bags getting bigger

These niggas mad we getting richer

And your bitch eating dick for dinner

We getting that bread we some winners

She say "Is you sliding?

I told her i'm finna

She say why im acting like that nigga

Prolly cause ion post on Insta

Fuck a image i'm too official

Call a ref

I left him fouled

They ain't have no time to blow no whistle

But she bogie to y'all

I get that hoe, she eat the dick right off the gristle

762s rain like missiles

I ain't have no hoes but now I got the diamonds

All these bitches tryna feel on my crystals

The way I talk, She said she don't understand

It's like i'm speaking riddles

Bro got one side, I got the other

We got her playing monkey in the middle

Fucked her so good, I got her crippled

Folks say he was with that shit

We let him in now his ass a victim

Big ass chop it hit his back

And rip through all his tissues

Take the chop back to the trap

Man that shit is fundamental

Big ass scat this ain't no cat

I stomp the gas with rhythm

When i'm off that za i black

And everything I see I feel it

Belt boys

All the shit you gave or thought

Lil' nigga we bringing back hell

Belt boys

Smoking on that za

They like what's that smell

Bounced up out the v, I got on ski

Then his dumb ass fell