lirik lagu belgium – ybn nahmir
[intro]
yeah, you see
these n*ggas got me on this 17*hour flight, n*gga not tryna do none of this sh*t
on mamas, n*gga, what the f*ck?
[?]
what you want me to say on the phone, you weird ass n*gga?
okay, i’ma call you back later
[verse 1]
out in belgium, had to go coke with my plug for the week
had a good conversation how them b*tches come for cheese
i’m that n*gga that could put you on them scams you wanna eat
two seater, big bentley, money fallin’ out the seats
since 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? oh, hol’ on, b*tch, you know that we can link
in real life, these n*ggas hoеs, but be k!llers on the bеat
with these skinny ass jeans, this money knot up in my pocket
they cripple, you can tell, i call that b*tch my pocket rocket
plug, my n*ggas with my plug and now they callin’ me to sock it
told ’em, “keep it on the low,” ’cause 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 d*ck 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 hit me in my dms talkin’ ’bout he need p’s, talkin’ ’bout he got an [?])
(shut your b*tch ass up)
[verse 2]
b*tch, i was kickin’ doors, sellin’ dro’, tryna run my bands up
tell ’em, “get on the floor,” they tie that n*gga hands up
got the drop from your b*tch, now i’m finna pick my pants 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 on they toes
preachin’ h*lla politics, but went down and they fold
fake ass ho, cheap, real sh*t, you a b*tch
take a trip to [?] just to cop me a stick
i found out n*ggas rattin’ and we gon’ bury his kids
why these n*ggas think they 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, he’s not a gangster crip
n*gga try to disrespect my rep, then i’ma empty out the clip
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