Cash Gang Key, nigga, y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on, I'm Belt Gang, nigga
Long live MB, nigga, free the guys
Free the Belts, we the Belts, nigga (Who is Shaax, nigga?)
Bro with me right, wrong or deadass wrong, I ain't gon' lie (Brodie)
Niggas been trollin' me for ten plus years, I ain't gon' die (Nigga)
Her and her friends all want a piece of Key, I ain't no pie
If bro died after what he did to me, I ain't gon' cry (On my daddy)
If you ain't in that car with us, don't act like you got rank (Nigga)
Get a drop, I'm grabbin' gloves and ski to go fill up my tank
Lil' opp bitch seen my whip, I gotta go get my shit painted (She on me)
My opps should be Egyptian, niggas dyin' and they ancient (And they old as hell)
If you ain't got a fifty piece in cash, don't even up it (Hold it up)
Bitch lit, she turned on her Meta glasses when we fuckin'
I'm my brother's keeper and my keepers is my brothers (Belt Gang)
He keep on dissin' me, wait 'til he see me with my button (Grrt)
I was locked up with an opp, he wasn't on shit, I think he lame, huh (Lame)
It all make sense, he wanna rap beef, he from 8 Mile (Fuck with Eminem)
Two niggas sittin' in front of the crib, this bitch a safe house
Fuck this rap shit, let's meet up and have a bangout (Right now)
My one mans died for nothin', he was out here really playin' (Playin')
He was lackin' in that driveway, brodie hit him in his head
His mama watched the whole thing happen, y'all ain't even tryna bend (Bend)
Your mans died in front of his son, we traumatized him as a kid (Boy)
Ask them boys who really steppin', I really got a friend named Lid (Forever Lid)
Free Baby Bodie, really reckless, he stabbed 9K in his chin (Free them boys)
V and Bo, they rep the 6, my nigga Harp under the fin (Law & Order)
I'm smokin' shit behind Fat Tape, don't say shit about my twin (Twin)
It's crazy, I just fucked a bitch named April in July (Get it?)
I been blowin' all my money, you can't take it when you die (At all)
Niggas don't be chasin' money, they be mainly gettin' high (They be poppin' Percs)
Man, my opps don't be on nothin', they be mainly gettin' dropped (They dead)
Pull up in somethin' fast on 'em (Skrrt), hit the gas on 'em
Cuz always got his mask on him, huh, he'll crash on you (On your ass)
Nigga said we ain't on shit, look at y'all last homie (He dead)
I just jailbroke the 'Cat, this bitch go fast, don't it?
Lil' bro missed, we gotta sub him out (Sub out), can't kill his ass, then stump him out
Heard my opp at Target, bro walk in that bitch and run him down
His ass got hit up with the Drac', he lost a hundred pounds (Slim fast)
He was laughin' and got jacked, nigga, what's funny now? (Jacc Funny, nigga)
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