Lyrics Belly Of The Beast - Blake

Belly Of The Beast

Fuck, Fuck
Ugh ugh ugh look
5 percent, bitch don’t look at my window
N*ggas playing games out here like
This GameCube Nintendo
She stuck up, now this
Bang Bang, get low
If you won’t fuck me
Nigga, then why you try play be friends for?
Niggas out here giving info
Boy you twelve car Winslow
My wrist dance to the disco
You step once in the middle
I might break your heart, little bitch
But I promise I’ll be gentle
How y’all stacking up twenties
In that bitch so motherfuckin' little
Look, cash app in her bio
I swear these hoe’s make me sick
You can still get dogged
I don’t care how many likes you get
Couldn’t get off the phone
Had to tell her I was on 3 percent
How your ass so broke
But got all them likes on your pic
Pull off nigga in the breeze
Hitting that bitch like, please
Jewelry on me still on freeze
High trap
Say I smell like weed
How you gon' go switch teams
Ya’ll care 'bout every little thing
I don’t know what to believe
Bitch my drip on peak
Just going out to eat
They talk but imma let it be
Ain’t playing no hide n go seek
No sir no CBD
Them SI’s GTG
Might pull up AMG
Pull off like BRB
Look, yeah
Man what’s up
I’ve been dubbin up
When your wrist look like this dude you don’t gotta speak too much
Stop with all that catnip buddy enough is enough
You ain’t drop no racks, that bitch a couple hundred bucks
I just copped an Audi that bitch came with real leather seats
I just copped two entrees cause I ain’t know which one I wanna eat
I just got a screenshot I ain’t gonna say nothin, but I peeked
That pussy shit get exposed, nigga welcome to the belly of the beast
Yeah, fuck
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck