Belt 2 Ass

It's three glocks inside this striker with two fully yops He ain't get a chance to run the way we bent his block

I ain't sendin' out no diss, I'd rather send some shots This city ain't never seen nothin' like this, we got this city hot

We not hoppin' out too many cameras, keep that door closed They start talkin' bout them bodies, I keep my ears and mouth closed

I put this drac in front his face, now he need a headstone You made that diss, we got your mans, boy, you know you dead wrong

I'm like niggas' dads, every time they actin' bad, I'm puttin' belt to ass It's a button on my glock, we bringin' extra mags

Every opp done got hit, even niggas' dads We hit that nigga with that switch, we had to do him bad He seen that beam from afar, that shit like laser tag

I told him if we want him dead, he gotta spend the bag I put my bitch right on the nigga, he like, damn, she bad

Some of us don't got a car, we have to follow cabs We get the drop right on a nigga, then we flush the mags

A lot of niggas on my dick, man them niggas fags But I don't care about no rap, I'm quick to bust his ass

I go to war for my gang, bitch, we really that You can tell we gettin' money, we drillin' out of scats