​​belly dancer lyrics

[Verse: stuntin & biggestbiggestbrat ]
Lil' n*gga a what
I keep me a choppa, I keep me a gun
Bad ass b*tch only workin' for funds
This n*gga not jackin' he still got a gun
Bet he won't shoot that sh*t tho
pus*y n*gga open the door
Glock on me with a holster
Finna hit you in yo' dome
All these n*ggas be cap
You not my homie, you a rat
And you not my gang, not my slatt
I'll f*ck ya' b*tch then I move her
Steady talkin' on the crew, huh?
You not my gang if you not a shooter
Bad shorty, she so rachette
I'm smokin' gas thats a habit
n*gga you smokin' that nic
pus*y n*gga, where yo' gun at
Better get yo' f*ckin' lickback
I reuse the verse, but don't skip that
Ahh, ahh, ahh, sh*t
I'm with ya' b*tch fly like Aladdin
She gon' do what I want, if she in my palace
Yo' b*tch is a gnat, I can't cuff that lil' ho
How you finna run when the stick at ya' dome?
Get that monеy in the morning, then double it
Pass that ho to my mans, thеn I double it
You a weak ass, weak ass, weak ass b*tch
And you not, on, not on, not on sh*t
Shoutout to Keon, cause I need them bands
I take ya' b*tch, then we go out to France
This Glock make a motherf*cka' sing like SZA
This Glock make yo' motherf*ckin' body sizzle
I do not joke around, I am not a riddle
Why yo' b*tch in my DM's? She tryna fiddle
She tryna feel, on me 'cause I'm f*ckin' real