How was my rap Strapped like it's Belly, you singing, R. Kelly You play it get deadly, it's Grape Gang, no jelly
I'm counting up fetti, you talking already
I pull up with choppers that come with machetes
I'm fu1cking on Betty, her head got me steady
I call her Lil' Caesars, that bi1tch hot and ready
My gun a Lil' Caesars, that bi1tch hot and ready
I dumped my lil' bi1tch, now that bi1tch hot and jealous
Hold up, let me catch my breath
Shoot a nig1ga teeth, then say he killed himself
Fill him up with holes like a criminal
Paralyzed waist down, now he can't feel himself
Ride with my guys man, I swear it ain't nothing else
Freaky bi1tch, I make her touch herself
I'm balling in town, look like fu1ck a ref
Leave his as. s stanking, I blow him like bad breath
Woah, double-oh-seven, hit him with the weapon, gotta
Go, when the police come, dip underground
Spend a hundred somethin' when I move around
Lil bitty boy, you still eat off the ground
You see them Haitians, they up on the 'Gram
Shh, don't make a sound