Moet lyrics

[Intro]
(Every day, make money and pray)
Belt Gang, n*gga, 24

[Verse]
Hope they don't swab the strike for prints 'cause I'll keep Big Key in the whip
Bald-heads out the switch, a bunch of Tinkys in the clip
On the skit, we gon' pull up, uh, uh, then we dip
Pull up with Moët to the party like Pinky in this b*tch
With all smackers, we gon' blow him down if it's up
The Lions lost so we took a n*gga chain and his buffs
Hellcats, we don't do the Challengers, this a truck
In this backyard, Threat got the striker parked in the front, n*gga
Finna bend, ask my driver what's the plan?
Bro really tryna rob him, I'm gon' act like we his mans
In the club, just scooped ten, Morg buggin' off a Xan'
Sticcs just hit a stripper b*tch, you know I'm f*ckin' on her friend
Why every time we slide, you ain't never got a gun?
My b*tch lookin' for a b*tch, we just tryna have some fun
Inkster n*ggas pulled up, you can't hide, better run
Hope they don't call CPS 'cause I'm still slidin' with my son, n*gga

[Outro]
Yeah, Belt Gang
I'm still slidin' with my son
Still slidin' with my son
b*tch, I'm still slidin' with, n*gga