LOVE BELTGANG lyrics

[Intro: CashGang Mike & BMorg392]
b*tches love Belt, uh
Ayy
Ayy
b*tches love Belt Gang, uh
b*tches love Belt Gang
Our opps need help, gang
No cap
(MKMentality, baby)

[Verse 1: FWC Big Key]
These hoes love Belt Gang, they put the call in when the opps out (Belt Gang)
Morg got a coat on with no shirt, just a chop out (What up, Morg?)
I can't ride in the car with JOG, they like to hop out (I'm out the roof)
If a b*tch get to trippin' off the Lik, she gettin' knocked out
n*gga, drop the dot, we finna pull up on you right now (Right now)
Go OT and hit a backpage for Mike Brown
Izzo contemplatin' on a label, but he might sign
Don't pass me no Lunazul, b*tch, I like Don
He was trollin' 'bout a watch, GBG, got his brother spun (Get Back Gang)
In a striker, I'm bendin', me and the youngest shark (What up, Mike?)
Kill a n*gga, pray to the Lord, but not my brother Hart (Vice Lord)
The last n*gga slid down need another car (n*gga)
We ain't them n*ggas you can sit on (At all)
At the 'nino beatin' sh*t with my kit on (f*ck J-Rob)
Smoke an opp, hit the stu' and make a diss song
My n*gga Sticcs'll run you down in some Rick Owens
[Verse 2: CashGang Mike]
We lost MB, ain't tryna rap, I'm tryna drop somethin' (I need a drop)
We overkill, we still blowin' 'til the cops come (We clutch poles)
I'm outside with thirty hoes, n*gga, I got the block jumpin' (This b*tch jumpin')
This ain't the switchy, I'm out the window with the chop bustin' (Brrt)
Last skit, I walked down in some Prada sneaks (I'm rich as f*ck)
Check my phone, my ex-b*tch said she proud of me (Thanks, bae)
This 32, hell no, this ain't exotic weed (E pack)
Morg got a handgun, he gave the chop to Key (What up, gang?)

[Verse 3: BMorg392]
My b*tches love Morg, but turn to Durk when it's time to slide (b*tches Durk)
In the striker out bendin', playin' "Tired of Mas" (What up, Key?)
Me and Threat just caught a hat, it's only nine o'clock (It's early)
I got a switch for no reason, I'm tryna find a Glock (Where the Glocks at?)
Last year, one of my opps lost 'bout four friends (Lame)
Instead of makin' diss songs, you need to go bend (n*gga)
I'm a shark, they think we dolphins how I blow fin (Brrt)
Fifteen hundred for a strike, we finna go in, n*gga

[Outro: BMorg392]
(Fifteen hundred for a strike, we finna go in, n*gga)
(MKMentality, baby)