belt to ass Lyrics

Outta way, that's how I'm tryna be Born in 96, but by the zone we smokin' 93

Niggas in them bricks, but everybody got some hope for me

I was born a winner, someone point me where the trophy be

Fucked it up so many times, had to change the strategy

I was showin' love, two for 20, just like Applebee's

Bitches wanna hug when they baby daddy after me

Just got in the club, baby, buy yourself a daiquiri

I made some predictions in the past and they had accuracy

Shawty wanna work it out again, I call it blasphemy

Bitch, I'm off the charger like I juiced up my phone battery

Your money could be longer if you cut it out that cappery

Ayy, ayy, hard head lil' niggas, they'll never learn

Heart ice cold, but that pistol make you feel the burn

Shit be gettin' old, so don't hate, sit and wait your turn

I was in the back with that pack, goin' Tommy Hearns

They say, where you been? They thought I fell off the face of earth

All my niggas spent, not from Oakland, but they rage or turf

It be people wishin' for the best, but they pray for worse

Know my daughter finna pop a shit when she start speakin' words

And when they kill you, make you stronger, word to mama

She sayin' somethin' bout me, bitch, I'm like no other

No Eddie Griffin, but your brother undercover

I keep that lightning, if I flash it, you hear thunder

I put in overtime to keep from goin' under

School out, but I'm teachin' all summer

Too loud, try to rob, it's a bummer

Cool out, smokin' runtz, it's Obama

Long way from fixin' tacos and sellin' Grammies

I just had to swerve a pothole from countin' whammies

They say, Sparkk trap is nachos and tried to ban me

Bitch, I'm bout to rip the runway, prepare for landing

Beat your ass, then go to gunplay, I understand it

Caught me countin' up them blue strips, that's red-handed

Said she wasn't born with tonsils, a headbanded

Fifty on the glock, but he died from one canon

Drag strip, pink slip, loose lips, sink ships

Made the whole fuck way back and still got like three zips

Blue chips, green chips, pussy hole, mean grip

I seen that with fun signs, still ain't let my dreams slip

All gas, I don't need no brake pad

She say I'm a trap nigga, but you make a great dad

Wrong time to talk inside the club, baby, shake that

I ain't have to do a damn thing, she told me, lay back

1v1, if it's solo smoke, I'mma face that

I ain't hard to find, but I'm no needle in no haystack

He not with the shit, he just got a lot of face tats

In the Acura, I treat it like a Maybach

Blunt in hand, do my dance, snuck me on her OnlyFans

Used to pull up to the crib, she see them lights and let me in

To tell the truth, if you hate to lose, you outta win

We only talk cause we do business, I am not a friend