Video Belt To Ahh de Lil Meat 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Lil Meat - Belt To Ahh Lyrics

[Intro]
(They know Kobe produced this shit, man)

[Verse]
I got a MAC-11, drop Lego pieces inside and come through trim
I can't wait to catch L5, soon as he die, I'm rollin' him (Smoke your dead ass, boy)
I can't beef with none of these cap-ass rappers, I don't even want smoke with them (Cut it out)
Lil' Rod get mad when smoke V, he say that boy be chokin' him
Lil Tony gon' get Lil RT whooped, take off my belt and spank his ass
You gon' see me lit as hell, hop out with stick and break the glass (Fah)
I'm pushin' P, won't give no ho no pape', lil' bitch, I ain't your dad
In a hotbox, this bitch geeked up, SRT truck like a Jag' (Skrrt)
Fuck YC, I'm on they block with my Glock and my mask (Fuck that shit, boy)
Boy, don't try to test this shit, come off the hip, you ain't gon' pass
Got my own money, got my own Glocks and hеlla motion
Nigga dissed and then he diеd, he shouldn't've caused all that commotion (Where the fuck you at?)
You fuck with the opp, then you an opp, you guilty by association (Dumb-ass nigga)
I'm not firin' these lil' hoes up, lil' bitch can't get nothin' but my roaches (Dumb-ass bitch, smoke these roaches)
Four-door coupe, hop out the splatt, soon as I shoot, shit start explodin' (Get the fuck down)
Run him down, trip him up, lil' boy, you better tie your shoes
We shoot first, we don't shoot back, that boy had bucked and made the news (Never shot back)
Oh, you scam and you get money? Come 'round this bitch, we take your blues
Scrollin' through the 'Gram, seen Rod Wave post a picture with my music
Whole time, I ain't no rapper, with this glizzy, I get to it
I done ran out all my love, ain't got no trust, I'm fucked up
Damn, my heart got all these bruises from this pain that's built up
Pour a four inside my styrofoam, I'm tryna get geeked up
So many bags inside the spot, this on my life, ain't runnin' out (So much shit, nigga)
I was in the AP three days straight, them boys wasn't poppin' out (Where the fuck was y'all niggas at?)
And lil' Raq, you fake throwed, boy, fix your face and cut it out (Fake, dumb-ass nigga)
If your ho come in the spot, just know she down to get slutted out (I'm finna slut her out)
And I'm done respondin' to these cap-ass rappers, they some lames (I'm done, I'm done)
I play tag with all the opps, I get you touched like it's a game (Come get him)
Have lil' bruh go smack his ass and get him gone just for some stain (Go get his ass, twin)
I'm blicked up inside the 'yo, I'm with lil' Rod, no, we don't play (I'm with bro)
Slapped a sixty in an ARP, but Big gon' work that Drac' (Sixty on this bitch)
Dead opp inside this blunt, I'm puffin' him, he got me gone
Pushin' P, the fuck I look like tryna check this lil' ho phone? (Pushin' P)
A hundred racks in eight months, dead opps in eight blunts
Bitch, stop droppin' all them disses, go catch a hat, it ain't nothin'