Riel Snug - Belly

I said fuck them days of punchin in that clock
Call my nigga and he hustlin at the spot
By-pass these women I be bustin all my shots
I might be kin to Luke I like to fuck a lot
Don't do no battle rappin I don't do no diss songs
If my waitress take too long that mean yo tip gone
I'm from where if you don't stand up you get picked on
We hit the club the waffle house and then we went home
I cut my dreads my pussy rank went pass the ozone
She get inside my bed she know to have no clothes on
With all these options I just might just have to hold on
They love my fragrance Ima go put my cologne on
Ay I took C-Po wit me when I had went gun shoppin
I'm gettin older we don't really do hoppin
I holla R.I.P. my cousin then you know that's Spriggs
When people tell me life is short I say I know it is
Ay I'm the one that constantly seem to get lied on
Bitch ain't choose up cuz she said I ain't have no iPhone
Had planned to quit my job they hit me 'fo I could though
They like that nigga might not be street but he hood though

Look, Georgia crazy but I really like they gun laws
We live that Purge and the walking dead when that sun fall
And all y'all rap about is trappers and them strippas
If you a snitch then all I ask is keep yo distance
The club close at three we left that bitch 'round two somethin
I told her pull up only if she tryna do somethin
They hit a lick on yo potna you claimed you knew nothin
But what's gon tell is who gon help and who don't do nothin'
Trip to the ocean in December that was my highlight
No I don't pay for pussy even if the price right
I keep y'all on the edge of y'all seat like the playoffs
My bad and boujee bitches know I'm 'bout to take off

Written by:
Gabriel Bingham

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