Belt Town

[00:00.82] Honestly, I don't even like humans (Getta Beats)
[00:07.57] Phew
[00:09.20] Honestly, I don't like humans
[00:10.89] OT fine shit catchin' flights to me
[00:12.85] Five racks, oh, that's just some get high money
[00:14.58] Ten racks, oh, that's just some get-by money
[00:16.29] Twenty-racks-to-make-a-bitch-get-by money
[00:18.25] Thirty racks in my hand, boy, my life's lovely
[00:20.14] Forty racks every three months to make Sprites floody
[00:21.94] Fifty racks on the Cuban link, that's just ice money
[00:23.84] Sixty racks, make the bitch make it twice for me
[00:25.84] So many racks, you should take some advice from me
[00:27.89] Sevеnty racks, hitman'll take a life for me
[00:29.64] Eighty racks, now wе hittin' backpack money
[00:31.61] Ninety racks, now we hittin' Scat pack money
[00:33.58] I been had a hundred racks, flashback money
[00:35.33] Paid a hundred ten racks for the damn Track dummy
[00:36.92] And another hundred twenty racks on the 'Ram, buddy
[00:39.25] Hundred thirty racks on me, you ain't got no gas money
[00:40.97] Hundred forty racks on me, she can't get no cab money
[00:42.78] And another one-fifty, out in clubs, flash for me
[00:44.70] Hundred sixty racks on me, lookin' like a dashboard
[00:46.69] Hundred seventy on the kit, it look just like a dance floor
[00:48.42] Hundred eighty racks on me, this'll break the backboard
[00:50.13] Hundred ninety racks on me, that might cost the task force
[00:52.39] Okay, two hundred large came from two hundred cars
[00:54.79] Two ten on me, I could buy two hundred cars
[00:56.41] Two hundred thirty large, you ain't got two cents
[00:58.31] Two forty on the Richie, could've copped two TEC's
[01:00.16] Bitch, have you ever seen a quarter ticket?
[01:02.14] Bitch, have you ever seen a half a million?
[01:04.07] Bitch, have you ever seen seven fifty?
[01:05.93] Well, I know damn well you ain't never seen a million
[01:07.56] Two Ms, like I'm feelin' it, it get digital
[01:09.46] Three milli", holy shit, it's gon' get biblical
[01:11.39] Four milli' on the crib, I'm finna get in the pool
[01:13.48] Five million don't exist when I stand in your shoes
[01:15.37] Six million, shit, now we hittin' big money
[01:17.28] Seven million, shit, that's "How-I-have-a-kid?" money
[01:19.27] Eight million on tuck, that's some snatch-a-bitch money
[01:20.93] Nine million, all blues, that's some "Snap-a-pic'" money
[01:23.02] They like, "Tron, what you sittin' at?"
[01:24.76] Shit, about ten, I ain't talkin' 'bout Ks, bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout Ms
[01:27.15] They always talkin' "bout me, they don't talk about them
[01:28.79] Why I bring her to the lab? Now she talkin' 'bout Kim
[01:30.76] Why I bring her to the lab and my bitch pulled up?
[01:32.70] Shit, I hit the Bigfoot, I'll see you later
[01:34.42] Better keep that lil' kit put up 'fore you get that bitch took
[01:36.59] And mushed up like a piece of paper
[01:38.34] I'Il smack a random human being with a bankroll
[01:40.39] I got long paper, I mean Delaware to Daygo
[01:42.26] He gon' shit his brains out, heavy on the Karo
[01:44.14] Lil' fuzz don't wanna Glock, heavy on the Draco
[01:46.08] Yeah, I heard your last tape, heavy on tomatoes
[01:47.88] Dog on my gloves and it's Fetty on the Fazos
[01:49.75] Yeah, it's me, supercharged, had me on the Wrangler
[01:51.67] When I snap my finger, that shit heavier than Thanos
[01:53.57] Everything new season
[01:55.06] M5, .23, and then a blue demon
[01:57.07] When you catch shit malicious, it's a hellhound
[01:58.53] Twelve minutes right before five, we sell pounds
[02:00.50] You would think my pants baggy, it's a belt 'round
[02:02.33] We'll put the belt down, welcome you to Belt Town
[02:04.25] Face card high from the UP to bail out
[02:06.34] LSD, gummy bear, you can blame twelve mile
[02:08.19] Hurry up, put your order in, you know we sell out
[02:10.13] I know you hear your man's pockets screamin', "Help out"
[02:11.92] "Help", you gon' get the belt
[02:15.14] We gon' move in stealth
[02:16.40] If lil' fuzz hop out, he gon' shoot to death
[02:18.58] Just know June finna trip from this June to next
[02:20.47] The way I hoop shit, I shoot fire through the neck
[02:22.12] We done did everything, what we doin' next?
[02:24.04] I'mma cut yo' legs off if you—
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