Belt lyrics

[Intro]
(Arctic Beats)
Yeah, n*gga, I'm forever the same n*gga, n*gga
No matter how hard this sh*t get for me, n*gga
I'm still on the same sh*t every day, n*gga (Dxnte, you snapped on this one)
Feel like, yeah, hmm
I get a kick out of all this sh*t with me, n*gga
Mm, come on, yeah
Yeah, ayy

[Verse 1]
I feel like f*ck a n*gga, I ran this sh*t all by myself
Yeah, I made a song called, "Help Me," n*gga, but I don't need no f*ckin' help
I don't take this sh*t for granted, my sister floor, I done slept
Whole city, they vouch for me, I hit the projects and share my wеalth
Youngin was super bad growin' up, so many whoopings, mama left some wеlts
sh*t, I'm actin' the way I'm actin' 'cause all this bullsh*t I done felt
sh*t, I'm still mad at my cousin, made that lil' promise you could've kept
I remember this sh*t like yesterday, n*gga them gave my cousin the belt
But it's funny how this sh*t change, I done gave a n*gga the belt
n*gga done f*cked 'round, woke that savage up, came back through with a bigger belt
Plus I got M's on the floor these days, n*gga, it ain't sh*t to get 'em swept
But I learnt one thing myself, n*gga, anybody can get the belt

[Chorus]
I'm like damn, I miss my buz
I'm out on federal bond, them crackers say I'm trappin' Bubbs
Forever, n*gga, I'm a thug, b*tch, I can't give no ho no love
We don't play around, n*gga, we got guns up in the club
You can front me work, I still won't call that n*gga my plug
I put that on my mammy, n*gga, I'ma get that bag for cuz
Gotta make it back to my son, you move wrong, we sendin' slugs
I ain't takin' a n*gga serious, you only hyped up off them drugs
Whole Florida know I'll whack somethin', n*gga, I ain't gotta have no mud
[Verse 2]
I was a cool n*gga, but the streets done left me traumatized
We don't call 'em homicides, n*gga, we call 'em mama cries
I been f*cked up in the head ever since my cousin died
I been f*cked up in the head ever since my b*tch ain't ride
n*ggas that looked up to me, they got some fame, they think they poppin' now
Left me to myself, I don't give no f*ck, n*gga, I'm still poppin' out
Every brand-new whip that hit the floor, n*gga, I'm gon' cop it now
And just to show you I'm still gettin' money, ain't sh*t over here stoppin' fire
They say they was ridin' 'til the wheels fall off, but they ain't got no f*ckin' tires
n*ggas, they tried to ban me for thinkin' I was gon' lose my f*ckin' mind
I was a real one, n*ggas did me dirty, they turned me f*ckin' slime
I got them youngins out here slidin'

[Chorus]
I'm like damn, I miss my buz
I'm out on federal bond, them crackers say I'm trappin' Bubbs
Forever, n*gga, I'm a thug, b*tch, I can't give no ho no love
We don't play around, n*gga, we got guns up in the club
You can front me work, I still won't call that n*gga my plug
I put that on my mammy, n*gga, I'ma get that bag for cuz
Gotta make it back to my son, you move wrong, we sendin' slugs
I ain't takin' a n*gga serious, you only hyped up off them drugs
Whole Florida know I'll whack somethin', n*gga, I ain't gotta have no mud