7mile Lil Jay - Belt To A Lyrics

Yeah
I'm a young soldier at heart Riding with the pole, you'll get yo shit parked
In a SRT, bending corners banging Bart
My bitch, on me, on my head, don't start
Bitch
I'm too smooth fa this shit
Bitch, I'm too bool fa this shit
I know it's good, Bitch, but get off my dick
I'm too hood, I'ma pop my shit
I'm too good, I'll talk my shit, I walk my shit
Don't start with me, bitch
Spent dog shit, on a whole new fit
If it don't make money
Then it don't make sense
If it don't make sense, then it don't mean nothing
I'm shopping for a Glock 19 green button
I want fear
Go the other way, you see me comin
He weird
He 30, and he got, NO money
Pressin
Got no money, he stressing
I wanna f*ck, but nawl, I can't help you
I ain't got shit for you, baby, but I felt you
Brody putting belt to they ass, I got belt too
Thuggin
I'm a young ghetto mouf*cka
Be myself, that's why she love me
I'll crack a head, for my mouf*ckin' money
Belt to ass, you felt this coming
Pressin
Got no money, he stressing
I wanna f*ck, but nawl, I can't help you
I ain't got shit for you, baby, but I felt you
Brody putting belt to they ass, I got belt too
Thuggin
I'm a young ghetto mouf*cka
Be myself, that's why she love me
I'll crack a head, for my mouf*ckin' money
Belt to ass, you felt this coming
I just want the money
I just want the love
I been through shit, I take these drugs
State took my mans, I miss my bloods
I want my dogs, I miss my thugs
I miss that pussy, lil bitch, pull up
I miss that ass, so fat, oh f*ck
Bitch, shake that ass, we lit, we turnt
Put belt to ass, don't get hit up
I'ma ride, if my brother ride
Slide, if my brother slide
You on my side, get slimed with the other side
You on my side, that's yo ass if you don't ride
Slimey
All that pussy shit, a get you chastised
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Play frontline, nigga, jump head in
Dead niggas, made a young nigga, dead friends
Dead nigga, in a opp pack, and he mid
Pressin
Got no money, he stressing
I wanna f*ck, but nawl, I can't help you
I ain't got shit for you, baby, but I felt you
Brody putting belt to they ass, I got belt too
Thuggin
I'm a young ghetto mouf*cka
Be myself, that's why she love me
I'll crack a head, for my mouf*ckin' money
Belt to ass, you felt this coming
Pressin
Got no money, he stressing
I wanna f*ck, but nawl, I can't help you
I ain't got shit for you, baby, but I felt you
Brody putting belt to they ass, I got belt too
Thuggin
I'm a young ghetto mouf*cka
Be myself, that's why she love me
I'll crack a head, for my mouf*ckin' money
Belt to ass, you felt this coming