Wolfpak - Belly

I swear this feels like ninety-eight, no pretty gates,
Or green grass with the large estates
Back when I was young and hungry for that heavy weight
And my nigga was chef'n up in that easy bake
Feins didn't know no better sold em two for eight (teen)
Lil nigga on the strip tryin get the cake, (mean)
Told the block I'm getting money again, like old times
They gon have to drop a dime on my ass, six nine
No perm tho, this flow is so sincere
They peeking out they blinds with they left eye scared
Spelled different but its the same, its all Fair
Hunt in packs over Launch beats, nigga the wolves here
Y'all stand clear, cause everything thing up in this ball park
Could get you killed with ya momma reading a hallmark
I'll set it off so trust it's gonna be hard start to finish
Every sentence, we gon give you folks the business
Walk up in the club like Nas and
DMX in, Belly
This the type of shit to keep you mobbin
Flexing, taking vacations out in Belize
Walk up in the club like Nas and
DMX in, Belly
This the type of shit to keep you mobbin
Flexing, taking vacations out in Belize
How foolish was I?
When I fuck her from the back it makes my jewelry fly
How I'm living? I'm spectacular shorty
Every suit is custom made, every strap is a fourty
I was crying at thirty but I'll be laughing at fourty
But for now, I'm in town so send me a pussy pic
Rough and rugged don't be on no pussy shit
Jus a G not the one to be pushy with
I be everywhere there is to go but I don't see you
But I'm not looking, so I'm Don Cheadle
Thirteen oceans and my bitch do kegels
And her father sold heroin in six two Regal's
Bitch I learned from the best of em
Quickest way to get cut the fuck off is testing him
WolfPak we not the rest of em
And this our opening scene so keep the checks coming
Walk up in the club like Nas and
DMX in, Belly
This the type of shit to keep you mobbin
Flexing, taking vacations out in Belize
Walk up in the club like Nas and
DMX in, Belly
This the type of shit to keep you mobbin
Flexing, taking vacations out in Belize
Step aside when I come through
Like I'm a sensei in kung fu
Hit ya wit da one two, back shots official
Pull her by the hair like da bitch names Rapunzel
Walk up in the scene wit my watch all glistening
Eyes all glistening are yall niggas listening
We rolling wit da pak so ya know these hoes whistling
I heard one ask Fair if he could put his fist in dem (damn)
Ya know deez hoes come a dime a dozen
When I'm done I pass dem off to my lil cousin (what up cuz!)
I knew a chick into water sports
Hit her wit some ice and now the chick is a snow resort (wow)
I'm real selective wit the ones I court
I pull their carfax we call dat shit the hoe report
We end the night now we signing off
She gonna handle me just like boss, Q
Walk up in the club like Nas and
DMX in, Belly
This the type of shit to keep you mobbin
Flexing, taking vacations out in Belize
Walk up in the club like Nas and
DMX in, Belly
This the type of shit to keep you mobbin
Flexing, taking vacations out in Belize
No cap, it's the Pak and we back this year,
To crush everything in the atmosphere
You can take notes and steal quotes
I got all the punchlines but yet you still the jokes
Don't provoke a sleeping lion when he's in a slumber, please
Don't forget we got a headhunter,
Let led dump into your frame, now a Dr's needed
Cause you glued to that sealy posturepedic
Hooked to IV's having a lot of seizures
You on that hell journey, don't stop believing
Momma grieving and to you up in a grave
Funds was raised up through a go fund me page, dummy
I'm on some, Tommy Bunz shit, smoking weed, speeding
Sticking dick to Keisha and Jamaican connects
Me no respect, don't interject when we on the set
Gamble with your life, that's a losing bet.

Written by:
Maurice Fair, Quincy Griffin, Ronald Knight, Weston Heyward

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