Belgium lyrics

by

RJ Lamont



[Intro]
Yeah, you see
These n*ggas got me on this 17-hour flight, n*gga, you not tryna do none of this sh*t
On mamas, n*gga, what the f*ck?
I ain't gon' lie, I'ma call you back, though
n*gga, you know I'm comin' in, though
That b*tch-ass that— you already know, n*gga, I ain't finna say too much on this m—
Ugh
What, you want me to say that on the phone, you weird-ass n*gga?
I'ma tell—
Okay, I'ma call you back later

[Verse 1]
Out in Belgium, had to go f*ck with my plug for the week
Had a good conversation, now them b*tches come for cheap
I'm that n*gga that could put you on them scams you wanna eat
Two-seater, big Bentley, money fallin' out the seats
RJ tried to take it out, I told him, "Leave it in the sink"
When a n*gga off that Henny, swear to God that I don't blink
What's that sh*t you say? Now hold on, b*tch, you know that we can link
In real life, thesе n*ggas hoes, but be killers on thе beat
With these skinny-ass jeans, this money knot up in my pocket
It's that grip, oh, you can tell, I call that b*tch my pocket rocket
Plug my n*ggas with my plug and now they callin' me the socket
Told 'em keep it on the low because you know them b*tches watchin'
My first time sellin' poles, I saved up and bought some robin
Only n*gga in my city made it out because I'm poppin'
b*tch, I've been from the South, so get my di*k out your mouth
n*ggas really ain't know me, they just talkin' for clout
[Interlude]
n*ggas better stop all that high-power sh*t, 'cause if a n*gga askin' for it, it's gon' come
He told me that I had to disguise my voice
n*gga hit me in my DMs talkin' 'bout he need Ps, talkin' 'bout he got a band for a P (Yeah, bruh, he's good)
Shut your b*tch-ass up, n*gga

[Verse 2]
b*tch, I was kickin' doors, sellin' dro', tryna run my bands up
Tell 'em get on the floor then tie that n*gga hands up
Got the drop from your b*tch, now I'm finna pick my bands up
The scenery get iffy, that's gon' get you and your mans bust
Pop, now your sister, she got shot with that AK
Same sh*t, different day now, I'm just posted with DaeDae
Tay gon' take a trip to Vegas 'cause I told him it's payday
I'm that n*gga that be callin' all the shots like I'm Ray-Ray
This ain't no deuce-deuce, b*tch, you see the .974
I'm a real street n*gga, I'm gon' stick to the code
I know a couple of hard n*ggas that went down and they told
Preachin' hella politics, but went down and they fold
Fake-ass OG, real sh*t, you a b*tch
Take a trip to Fifth Ward just to cop me a stick
I find out n*ggas rattin', we gon' bury his kids
Why these n*ggas think that safe zone over the bridge?

[Outro]
b*tch, I've been thuggin' since a youngin
Remember when my mama had to stuff they dope all up in them pumpkins
b*tch, it's Naughty Gangster Crip
n*gga try to disrespect my rep, then I'ma empty out the clip
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