Belt 2 Ass – LilBuckss Lyrics
(Run that shit up, Nate)
(Thank you, Timmy boy)
We put belt, belt, belt, belt, belt, belt to ass
We put belt, belt, belt, belt, belt, belt to ass (Go)
Belt, belt, belt, belt, belt, belt to ass
We put belt, belt, belt, belt, belt, belt to ass (Go)
Verse:
She like, "Buckets, why you come through whippin'? You a show off"
Text messages from Lamar Jackson like you so hard
She like, "Buckss, you gonna hit my baby?" I'm like, "Prolly not"
Me and Monеy took a nigga striker, yeah, call the cops
I ain't gonna liе, white boys night side by side, we returned the fire
I seen you take the stand on the guys, I couldn't believe my eyes
Federallies picked my broski up, he started raisin' hell
Wick started sendin' niggas up, and he went straight to jail
Doggy dog Mike Vick, my dog got sick, I had to put him down
Track hawk on my wrist, look at my fit, shit cost fifteen thousand
Broski face on Philly most wanted, he went to Powerhouse
I pulled out my dick and told her eat it, she got a lot of mouth
I smoke Dul so much, ZR said, "Chill before your lungs collapse"
Point a gun at me and take my shit, boy, I don't even want it back
Lil bro, I just want his hat, and teddy bear from front to back
Beezy text me say he seen my ex-bitch at the laundromat
Model bitches, she just want my soul, she can't leave me alone
I'm droppin' ashes, fucking up my clothes, I got on Rick Owens
This bitch bad, she comin' home with me, you better report it stolen
Source of balls fuckin' with the P's, he got that strap open
Baby told, fucking with the C's, I got that Glock on her
Make a nigga leave the club really, find out that this bitch gone
Twin just put a tracker on his car, he come out, his watch tickin'
Heard he not allowed back on the Ave, he got his Glock tooken
I hear his watch tickin', before me, she was the shopliftin'
I had to put my burner down so niggas could stop bitchin'
I'm high as shit, tryna stay focused, but I keep noddin' off
Murda1, free my evil twin, he be goin' off
We put belt, belt, belt, belt, belt, belt to ass
We put belt, belt, belt, belt, belt, belt to ass (Go)
Belt, belt, belt, belt, belt, belt to ass (Thank you, Timmy boy)
We put belt, belt, belt, belt, belt, belt to ass (Go)
