Belt 2 Ass

Lyrics for Belt 2 Ass

Con— Got shit sizzlin' (Conductor) Made reality out of all this shit I been picturin' Hit the pitch way out of the park, I'm Ken Griffey Been havin' my way with it, your wave finished Now you niggas just in the way and we on somethin' that's way different I swear, to see it the way I see it, it takes vision Long as I'm alive, I know plenty ways to make a killin' We stay winnin', puttin' belt to ass Conductor CO, suck my dick (Con—) You better send that money, man, commissary [?] Yo Malik with the scar on his cheek Got cut upstate in like '08 for talkin' crazy on the gate Now he home playin' with weight He got cake, pushin' a 7 with PA plates Nice place in Jamaica Estates, he stay with wifey Keep it low when you livin' thе life of the sheisty Hе ain't low, he everywhere icy, clubbin' nightly In no time, they gon' line 'em up nicely Jealous guys plottin' to take you out this genocide Niggas shapeshift, got two sides like a Gemini Plottin' on your gems, tryna snatch 'em outta that BM Put it on a ship and sell it to the Africans All week, he traffickin', in the club, he back again Didn't see it comin', they caught 'em while he was backin' in Hopped out the whip, all he saw was a chrome magnum Same nigga that cut 'em, same nigga that gun-butt 'em In his mind he said, "Fuck it, they ain't gettin' nothin'" He tried to snuff 'em, all he saw was the spark Two shots tore his world apart, another broken heart He laid there thinkin' 'bout his son in daycare Caught up in the game, that niggas'll never play fair Probably should've just gave up the chain Long story short, Malik survived, but'll never walk again Fucked up, 'cause I know the nigga that did it He sent me a couple beats, we did a song I never finished Died in a car crash with his sister on Thanksgivin' Karma's a bitch, don't ever lack and think different She'll always come back and give you a real ass-whippin' Praise the Lord everybody