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montannaatm - belt 2 ass lyrics

[intro]
(d+mn, drako, you made this?) brr, gang

[chorus]
we sign n+ggas to belt to ass (gang), that mean spank ’em quick (spank his ass)
jump out blastin’, glock get to flashin’, n+gga, this ain’t no pic’ (brr, brr)
i’m tappin’ the switch with a regular fifty, lil’ n+gga, this ain’t no kriss (go, go)
when i’m in them cars, i be with them takers, lil’ n+gga, they ain’t gon’ miss (b+tch)
n+ggas be lyin’ ’bout what they did, why you gotta cap about it? (stop it, goofy)
when your homie died, you ain’t even turn up, you ain’t wanna get clapped about it (you ain’t wanna get+back)
the last n+gga ever took somethin’ from my gang got his wrapped about it (b+tch)
so many high+speeds, tadoe flippin’ blocks, he done f+ck around, crashed the audi (what you on?)

[verse]
backdoork, don’t get backdoored (b+tch)
whenever i move, it’s two to three poles
when wе drop the window, let .223 go
right therе i was bappin’ (go)
shoot out the window, you know it ain’t happenin’ (it ain’t)
chase him on feet, that’s how you catch sh+t (get ’em)
we caught him early, he ain’t get breakfast (get ’em)
didn’t have his gun, he should’ve left it (ha)
b+tch, when your homie die (when he die), don’t ask me no questions (don’t ask me sh+t)
just know that we stretch sh+t (we got ’em), tsg, we reckless (go)
yeah, we caught y’all dawg (brr), folks ‘nem hit his neck too (b+tch)
can’t get away, we catch sh+t (get ’em), ain’t no internet sh+t
they know i’m mr.+swing+my+door+block+off+the+intersection (get that b+tch)
this sh+t get so interestin’, yeah, we tapped his head and left him (we left his ass)
on the 6 i do what i want, b+tch, we got lethal weapons (got off my block)
i told them n+ggas, “stand on business my only suggestion” (go)
f+ck that, i’m on some other sh+t (some other sh+t), i touched a hundred quick (a hundred quick)
if we ain’t never take no losses (nah), n+gga, we would have a hundred bl!cks
minus all the sh+t we took, minus all the l!cks we hit (all them l!cks)
me and n+ggas been good, b.o.a., we glassin’ sh+t (b.o.a.)
no, i can’t show you how to get rich (nah) ’cause a n+gga still tryna get rich (i’m tryin’)
but i can show you how to hit a l!ck (on gang), i can show you how to really do a hit
bounce out, put two in his sh+t, i can show you how to make sure he dead
i don’t go off what he or she said, yeah, we hit his ass up and he bled (we got ’em)
[chorus]
we sign n+ggas to belt to ass (belt to ass), that mean spank ’em quick (that mean get ’em)
jump out blastin’, glock get to flashin’, n+gga, this ain’t no pic’ (n+gga, this ain’t no pic’)
i’m tappin’ the switch with a regular fifty, lil’ n+gga, this ain’t no kriss
when i’m in them cars, i be with them takers, lil’ n+gga, they ain’t gon’ miss (b+tch)
n+ggas be lyin’ ’bout what they did, why you gotta cap about it? (why you gotta cap?)
when your homie died, you ain’t even turn up, you ain’t wanna get clapped about it (you ain’t wanna get+back)
the last n+gga ever took somethin’ from my gang got his wrapped about it (he got his ass wrapped)
so many high+speeds, tadoe flippin’ blocks, he done f+ck around, crashed the audi (like what you on?)

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