NMDNIK - Belt 2 Ass Lyrics

J. You cooked This
Huh, huh, your bitch blow shit like a trumpet
Bet she gon' f*ck me for somethin', young nigga dump it
F*ck nigga makin' assumptions, huh, huh

If I got the gun then he runnin', G-Lock heata be bustin
I'm sendin' shots, all through your motherf*ckin' function
Hmm, me and Kya be dumpin
I'ma go rock out the band, got me a can

Shooters comin' out of the van, whew, whew
I got this motherf*ckin' sprayer
Shout out to Peter, he playa
Niggas don't care, he always baggin' Zendaya

Huh, and I'm rich as f*ck
I just got some sloppy from some thotties in my Bentley truck
Just tell that lil' ho at me when she see me, know we gunnin' up
And if you think I'm lackin' lil, bitch, then you dumb as f*ck

Okay, okay, okay
And I rock that fashion
You might catch me in that bathing ape
Or Bottega glasses

Uh, and I'm teachin' classes
I can talk my shit right out the book
Like a f*ckin' pastor
Alright, kick this shit up

My youngin' feel like Scottie
He got thirty-three new f*ckin' bodies
Just like Randy Moss I ran him over with this new Bugatti

Like, who gon' stop me
I got this motherf*ckin' Glock and it's choppin
Huh, huh, she gon' pull up to top me
I tell her, copy

Sendin' and pickin' locations
Like I got the drop for the Molly
Shawty be trippin', she gon' be papi
I'ma go rock out like I'm Atari

Like, who rockin' Forgiato's, In the lobby
I'm playin' 2K, shout out to Rodney
Huh, huh, your bitch blow shit like a trumpet
Bet she gon' f*ck me for somethin

Y'all niggas dumpin
F*ck niggas makin' assumptions
Huh, huh, if I got the gun then he runnin
G-Lock heata be bussin

I'm sendin' shots all through your motherf*ckin' function
Hmm, me and Kaia be dumpin
I'ma go rock out the band
Got me a can, shooters comin' out of the van

Whew, whew, I got this motherf*ckin' sprayer
Shout out to Peter, he playa
Niggas don't care, he always back in Zendaya