​beltfed lyrics

[Intro]
Good Morning

Whoo, I had to make me a hit for myself
I'm at the range and I'm shooting them belt-feds
Muh f*ckers they act like they get it but they ain't get it they been put on the shelf, yea
Talk like they, talk like they get it but know them muh f*ckers tell on themselves, yea
I cannot tell on myself yet

And it's all hypothetical
I heard the Range Rove switch gears, pulling up with the reticle
Ain't paintball
Heard the boy gonna cry tears, cuz anything but the metal on the can't solve
Got a, got an extension on me right here, huh, Imma have to let that thing off
We're gon have to get stupid and get reckless
I'm gon have to get the new b*tch a new neckless
Immon have to get loose like I'm goose neckin
Fakes comin in the two's like a two steppin
Two-faced with the truth, they don't do steppin
Troops got a new weapon
Acog, red dot, blue yellow
Amarillo, azul better

Haha, haha, ha, ha, aha
Num don't need features
When I was fat I was rizzing my teachers
Matter fact, a boy been hard since the bleachers
Skipped school, so I smoke it up
Ain't nobody ever get it till I rolled it up
And they wanna act cool, when they knowin us, next thing he acting like a fool when he throwing up
Hm, goons gon pull up now to fool with us
I'm making money till I'm coolin up
Matter fact Im out in TN boolin up
Had a bad b*tch with me, now I'm coolin off
Hah, like her septum its pooling now
She got the painted toenails and the boombox butt
I need a, big bag with the big ol bucks
And ain't nobody get it better than the one who does it
And that's me, b*tch
Said she want di*k, It ain't free, I can't complete
Way I been running my field I need cleats, b*tch
Lexus with the leather seats
I bet them label execs wanna see this
Damn that white boy he can eat, eat, eat
I put that bleach on my forces and teeth
I cannot sleep, sleep, sleep
Million threads, I'm out counting that sheep, b*tch