letra de the belt - biggkutt8
[chorus: biggkutt8]
the opps be gettin’ the belt, the last one got his ass whooped
overtime with the reaper, graveyard shift
whole team on my back, we goin’ to the ship
bae that head sloppy and that p-ssy got that grip
treat a 5 star b-tch like a piece of sh-t
she tell me show more love, but my heart ain’t got none left
i gave my opps the belt, like that boy had all fs
put his ass in a blend, i ain’t call a chef
[verse 1: biggkutt8]
she told me be gentlе i’m in here pullin’ out her hair
ja morant, big 10-mili, knock down a polar bеar
dead ass opp in my lungs, i’m runnin’ out of air
they said they gon’ do somethin’ when they see me, but they just stop and stare
n-gga runnin’ off with that swag, they don’t acknowledge me
my mama told me eat my veggies, i’m smokin’ collard greens
threw this adderall back, like a jelly bean
put him in a blood bath, like it’s halloween
everybody on the ground, n-gga don’t make a scene
when i shot my first n-gga, i said jeez louise
when i shot my second n-gga, i said this sh-t was easy
can’t ask that third n-gga ’bout my aim, ’cause he not breathin’
[chorus: biggkutt8]
the opps be gettin’ the belt, the last one got his ass whooped
overtime with the reaper, graveyard shift
whole team on my back, we goin’ to the ship
bae that head sloppy and that p-ssy got that grip
treat a 5 star b-tch like a piece of sh-t
she tell me show more love, but my heart ain’t got none left
i gave my opps the belt, like that boy had all fs
put his ass in a blend, i ain’t call a chef
[verse 2: jettt4]
i had rocked the forth n-gga while i was late to practice
your car had got parked and that was for all that actin’
marchin’ band, ain’t gon’ say i’m the one to go and do it
i grew up the bad influence, in the back seat of this hot car, i ain’t got insurance
i stayed in the field, everyone knew my location, current
i don’t know why you tellin’ n-ggas you in that car, i know you weren’t
62 better watch that tidal wave, he got took by the current
hurricane come through disaster, you ain’t get props from the pastor
if you know you know, funeral was at the same church
shoulda coulda woulda ass jit, swear that he could merch
i know you can merch, gon’ be wearin’ black for church
big bro you smokin’ on be trip, you better pass first
[chorus: biggkutt8]
the opps be gettin’ the belt, the last one got his ass whooped
overtime with the reaper, graveyard shift
whole team on my back, we goin’ to the ship
bae that head sloppy and that p-ssy got that grip
treat a 5 star b-tch like a piece of sh-t
she tell me show more love, but my heart ain’t got none left
i gave my opps the belt, like that boy had all fs
put his ass in a blend, i ain’t call a chef
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