Testo Belt Boyz

They, they supposed to hear all that, keep all that shit raw
(Pete, stop fuckin' playin’ with me)
Yeah
Brrt

Huh, what you tryna get at?
We ain't finna play with no nigga, we givin' out belt and it sound like— okay
She wanna get turnt up, bring out the Don Julio, we don’t do rosé Havin' connects on the zot', migo plug, get my shit straight from José
Never had a nigga like me, I pull up fresher than some fuckin' Olay
I was just born to ball, I see the rim, only right that I go lay
Got my pape' and got the fuck out the way, don't care about what you say
Knowin' these niggas ain't stupid, but I got rounds just in case that you play

My bro been gone, but I can still call his phone and it ring
We done did hella wrong, but I know you made it home ’cause it rained
If you got it, keep it close, it ain’t safe from the raids
Got the bag, keep it close, keep it safe for the days
Go through shit, but I'm rich, so I don’t know if I can call it pain
Got a new bitch, she talk too much, I call her Charlamagne
Thought she was my new bitch, I was lyin', I already got a main
See good girls fuck off all the time, I think they all the same
Know it's gon' go over they head, so you cannot watch what I’m sayin' Gotta keep niggas up out my business, can't watch what I plan
Treat bro like a J, eventual death if he keep poppin' Xans
Stand on business just like my daddy, I call my pops the man
Please don't tell me what you gon' do, up your blick and do it
I'm still gettin' active to this day, I don't cap in my music
Monteezy chill, but don't yap to my rap 'cause he be shootin'
You make me mad, they come slide with that PAP, so don't be clueless
Say she ain't fuckin', but I think she cap, I don't know what the truth is
New 'fit every drill, I don't fuck around, got some black Timberland boots in
Every time I hop in the splat, before we kill, listen to Boosie
I wouldn't even cap, big bro too real, he'll show you how to do it
Time to go spill, lil' bro, tell me you can't, I'll show you how to do it
This shit get for real, lil' bro, stand on business, you can't cap in that music
You can't drill, lil' bro, without your tooly, what the fuck is you doin'?
Leavin' her children home when she outside, you know dick, she be doin'
Let a fuck nigga remix my song and he drop it, then I'm suin'
If I did, they'd hate me bad, gotta get that bag, I know what I'm doin'
Huh, fuck bitches, keep on coolin'
Pick death before I go out like a bitch, I hope he don't think he spookin'
Got a snow-bunny bitch, she like to suck dick, I call that bitch lil' Susie
Tryna get back for bro when I go on a drill, play "Red Light" by lil' Toosii
Freak bitch must think I'm stupid, she ain't offerin' shit but coochie
Ain't a rookie in this shit, I dos this, make it seem like to 12, I ain't do shit

Huh, what you tryna get at?
We ain't finna play with no nigga, we givin' out belt and it sound like— okay
She wanna get turnt up, bring out the Don Julio, we don't do rosé
Havin' connects on the zot', migo plug, get my shit straight from José
Never had a nigga like me, I pull up fresher than some fuckin' Olay
I was just born to ball, I see the rim, only right that I go lay
Got my pape' and got the fuck out the way, don't care about what you say
Knowin' these niggas ain't stupid, but I got rounds just in case that you play