Belt 2 Azz

I just spent five motherfuckin' years in the joint I told you I'll pay your monkey ass when I feel like it Better suck my dick E-9 From the east of the nine, yeah O-Z And my life line Look out Let me through Hey, yo, hustler We gotta step back Go out, fool Got these niggas runnin' because they know we bout to ass Who said you was good Who said you get a pass Been tryna punish shit O-Z, grab them extra magz Bitch, this gang line with money over bitches It's the gang clan Better stick to the motto Or bullets will follow And shorten your lifespan One man with too many blinks Lil' homie know I don't need a clan Put the pistol in your mouth like Dental Dam Only assault rifles in this minivan No soccer mom Mind for the soccer to you My Houston homie with the rocket to you I done seen niggas die all behind the rumor Being broke not a joke I don't see the humor Your bitch love me and she say I'm cooler I got old money like Mr. Cooper One shot hit your medulla Really out of this world No need for referrals Behind these coins like Sonic Boom You been getting this bread You see how I spray Look like I cook the boots Play with my bread I'ma have to boom you Tryna twat from the back I had to tell her Bitch, I ain't tryna spoon you I had the fetish It's legit Yeah, I was an early bloomer Suu to the east This that, this that O.Z. shit Say east Pass me my mask You know I got booked with a Glock Came home to a drip I wasn't supposed to leave the city next month I was out in Jamaica Alright Pelt the ass Ball spankin' shit Ain't no need for no extra mad Jesus spit Signing fast Try to run Knock the coins up out his ass Striking shit like thunder Stinging shit like Bumba I'm up early with losers in the field Don't want talking It ain't about money I was counting cash Kyle Dog shit a big pile Welcome to the gangland All they know is Kung Pao I roll with a cell team Glock 40 got a ladder in it Up the ladder Come down the barrel You get hit with a whole keg I slams you like Donkey Kong Take off when I'm offset You get whacked like Cardi B Bad bitch trying to break our back We playing games We can crash All my whips they got full Kermit and Tar we like Splash Bros With trap he be the sixth man We moving like parrot and platypus Cause the Cutters got fishing hooks I'm moving with Cliff at the Big Red Dome You ain't wanna hear that woof We give them the blues They giving out clues We belt the ass for real UCOZ Yeah, that bitch is down Get no pass around here You can't be as smart with the rest of your own boys But I ain't gonna whoop your ass no more Whoop your little fucker Stay on my bitch Who's your daddy Who's your daddy Whoop Louder, nigga