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yus gz - belt 2 ass lyrics

[intro]
grrah, grrah, grrah
grrah, grrah, grrah
rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah (it’s [zex?], n+gga, b+tch)
some of them opp n+ggas, i bodied them sh+ts, n+gga

[chorus]
rrah, rrah, lately i been on that sh+t
b+tch, i been fiendin’ to up my bl!ck (pew)
i’m big as this sh+t can get
i was only n+gga in my city that was holdin’ it down ’til the guys come home, we rich, d+mn
i heard bronem just hit his mans, this sh+t got a cooler kit
i could merch that, bro just let off a switch and three of them n+ggas got hit
put that belt to ass
lil’ n+gga, now tell me who your f+ckin’ b+tch
d+mn, yeah, i want it all, so you p+ssy n+ggas better turn your kicks (grrah)
i’ma come through runnin’
i’m not eatin’ my gun, eat the whole f+ckin’ clip

[verse]
he think he slime, we gon’ wipe his nose
boy tried to run, we creeped up, bah
hit the back of his head, have him dead on the road
we on that sh+t, you know how that go
the first n+gga run get turned to a post
it’s a b+tch n+gga in my town that i’m tryna turn into a f+ckin’ ghost
bro hit the car, start lettin’ off shots
you come to this block, get turned to a toast
bro let him run, he ain’t makin’ it far
b+tch, i got a sca and it came with a scope
bro, how many n+ggas we done put that belt to ass sittin’ on [?]?
i catch a opp n+gga, i might just pop, n+gga
thought he was fast, we [?] the smoke (baow, baow)
no, i ain’t droppin’ my mask
n+gga, i might just hop out and spazz
wait, i think he fit in that bag
b+tch, new car, cut off the tag
they wanna know what i got in my stash
wait, i drop a hundred on hundred, i’m banked
got on [?] it’s gon’ double that bag
[chorus]
rrah, rrah, lately i been on that sh+t
b+tch, i been fiendin’ to up my bl!ck (pew)
i’m big as this sh+t can get
i was only n+gga in my city that was holdin’ it down ’til the guys come home, we rich, d+mn
i heard bronem just hit his mans, this sh+t got a cooler kit
i could merch that, bro just let off a switch and three of them n+ggas got hit
put that belt to ass
lil’ n+gga, now tell me who your f+ckin’ b+tch
d+mn, yeah, i want it all, so you p+ssy n+ggas better turn your kicks (grrah)
i’ma come through runnin’
i’m not eatin’ my gun, eat the whole f+ckin’ clip

[outro]
rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah
rrah, rrah, grrah

- yus gz lyrics

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