Belt (feat. Babyfxce E)

Yeah (Bitch)

****, if I'm holding my pants up, that means I'm probably using my fuckin' belt (Yeah, alright)

That bitch occupied right now

I can't even—, can't even keep my fuckin' jeans up

(1-800, 1-800)

My pants keep fallin', that's because I'm usin' belt

Got your bitch screamin' in my room, bro, she could use some help

Don't gotta hire nobody to pop you, I can do it myself

Eyeballin' like a doctor, I ain't use no scale

Two belts on me, MCM or the Louis V

Her ass fat, she bringin' fashion back off the Truey jeans

Huh, I'ma ball for life, I feel like Screwly G

Ridin' with a dirty Glock like this bitch squeaky clean

We got into it, but I ain't gon' lie, I kinda miss the lean

Tris only 'cause that green shit just put my ass to sleep

I ain't got no bitch to moan, let me find somebody ass to beat

Before you talk, you gotta know you only gettin' half of me

She scared of backshots, said, "It feel like you be stabbin' me"

Walkin' with the chop, bro, I can do that shit casually

Money in my pocket, bro, I think that I'm addicted to it

I love this part up in the song, she say that I be trippin' to it

Huh, pussy good as hell, it's like I slipped into it

Huh, pussy so good, I might trick on it

That **** thinkin' with his dick, bro, just put a bitch on him

It was a standard Glock until we slapped a thirty in it

Honey pack off the Don, ooh, I be hurtin' bitches

Your baby daddy actin' up, we quick to grab the switches

Demon with the red key, ooh, we finna treat the system

Ugh, drinkin' too much lean, it probably won't leave my system

Ugh, can't forget my bottle, I'm a Rugrat

This bitch got one time not to swallow, I won't call back

Run up with the 'K, he shitted, man what you call that

Miss a bitch phone call, now she text in all caps

**** cap, call him Squidbilly, they wear tall hats

Don't think he 'bout to Deebo somethin', get your ass fapped

Cheat on a bitch before we break up, now she tryna get her backs

I ain't really into makin' love, bitch get off your back

Bitch done got her titties done, she got a big rack

You want the verse and the vid, ooh, that's a cool rack

I called this girl a threat, bro said, "Ooh, I'ma use that"

I rap about the shit I do, dawg like to use hats

He should've wrote books, he like to rap 'bout shit that's make believe

It's called Promethazine, but it got the name because it make you lean

Somebody call 1800 It, I think this **** laced this beat

You still dependin' on your bitch, I think you need to take a seat (Huh)

Alright, man, I think I need to let it breathe

Unc' spread the word about the work, can't find no better fiend

She said, "Look at my new tat, it start with letter E"

Wake up and wipe my eyes with blue hundreds, so it can help me see

Extra five in the forty-three, you ain't even peep

Walk up to the mic and just black out, I ain't gon' think

I got so much shit to say, man, I just might overthink

We can go eye for eye and leave him blind 'til he can't see

Lil bitch cold with the head, I miss lil stink

Only Za I'm rollin' up, we don't smoke no Breeze

I ain't the only Chop on the M, we got a few of these

Your bitch like a dumb ass student, all she do is get D's

I'm like a fucked up teacher, man, I used to pass out E's

I don't need to put no bag on your head, gang crash for free

I only like to sip dirty cups, I need to drink some bleach

Bitch, walk, strike