Belt2Ass WHAT lyrics

[Intro]
Troop, troop, troop
Troop, troop, troop
WAG gang
We gon' troop through they side tryna catch one (It's Kosfinger, baby)
Guarantee you we gon' make a next one, grrah, n*gga
Frrah, frrah (Mustard on the beat, ho)
Look

[Chorus]
We gon’ troop through they side tryna catch one
Guarantee you we gon’ make a next one
RG wit’ me glitchin’ tryna stretch sumn'
We got dented tips and these the red ones
Snitchin’ is not an option when the feds come
These my brothers I gotta protect them
New opp died I feel like this the best one
Scenery hot and now I need a fresh gun
But scratch that, who the f*ck is these new n*ggas dissin’ me?
Homie you ain’t do enough to mention me
G4G for bro I let my metal speak
And word to my dead, n*ggas ain’t never on nothin’ when n*ggas run into me
Go against the grain you get a penalty
TG take trips, infinity

[Verse]
n*ggas got me on hots
n*ggas ain’t never do sh*t on this block
Homie took a shell and went and told the cops
n*ggas never give a n*gga props
It’s cool ‘cause now I’m takin’ n*ggas spots
Four knocks in the V who stoppin’ for cops?
It’s federal time you get caught wit’ this knock
For this Trooper sh*t I did a lot
Get money, hit opps and f*ck on n*gga’s thots
I think it’s time that we put belt to ass
Makk him down for bro I’m tryna crash
105th the block that we play tag
But them n*ggas never tag us back
Smokin’ Ewie, wish that he could dash
I’m about to get these n*ggas mad
Circle Tilden with the lady WAG
I heard Garvey partyin’ with fags, look
It’s go time loc
Up it on anything promotin’ folk
Got the Ape’y wit’ me, he get dirty money
b*tch ain’t nothin’ funny, you think it’s a joke? Bet
Hollows penetrate his soul
Goofy caught a couple for talkin' on bro
Ayo Nunnie, let’s test this knock in a home
Novak throwin’ everyday like he a pro, grrah
[Chorus]
We gon’ troop through they side tryna catch one
Guarantee you we gon’ make a next one
RG wit’ me glitchin’ tryna stretch sum
We got dented tips and these the red ones
Snitchin’ is not an option when the feds come
These my brothers I gotta protect them
New opp died I feel like this the best one
Scenery hot and now I need a fresh gun
But scratch that, who the f*ck is these new n*ggas dissin’ me?
Homie you ain’t do enough to mention me
G4G for bro I let my metal speak
And word to my dead, n*ggas ain’t never on nothin’ when n*ggas run into me
Go against the grain you get a penalty
TG take trips, infinity