Huh? What? Come on
Yeah, slatt, slatt, it's 'Box
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, come on
Slatt, slatt, it's 'Box
We put belt to ass, ask all the opps, bitch, we put belt to ass
Rumour on the streets, heard buddy in the county fuckin' fags
I know y'all mad dude signed a deal then got left in the grass
I'm married to the money, but I ain't got no cousin named Cash
Put a switch on the back of the Glock
When I'm off the Wok' I'm still gon' shoot it fast
And I still be fuckin' on thots, but when I'm on top, I need my bitches bad
Widebody Hellcat, my gun a Kel-Tec
New opp pack, you smell that? But don't inhale that
Glock in the air, they like
"Shoebox, stop that dissin', they gon' kill you" (for real)
Bitch, I don't care, if we was losin' we'll be spankin'
Mamas and all 'cause life ain't fair
If I get locked up for some shit I ain't did just give me the chair
Bullets be flyin', rip through his bone like he Kevin Ware
Bitch, we out lookin' for new opps
They say this rap beef, so big it's bigger than Biggie and Tupac
Don't care 'bout none of that BD shit 'cause we killin' kids for ToHot
When I sign a deal, I'm buyin' my mama a crib, then I'm buyin' a new Glock
Then I'm buyin' Marie a new car 'cause they tryna slide
They tryna catch, bounce out the car and get them a hat
If he with his bitch, he still gettin' wet
Fuck that shit, they both gettin' stretched
And I'm in the WIIIC, where y'all at?
Let's play ball, you swing, I catch
A whole hundred shots is in front of this whip
We ain't even count the ones in the back
Belt to ass, belt to ass, belt to ass, belt to ass
Ask the opps, belt to ass, belt to ass, belt to ass
Wooh, wooh, belt to ass, belt to ass
Ask the opps, belt to ass, belt to ass, belt to ass, bitch
Haha, I like that
Yeah, belt to ass
Belt to ass, belt to ass, bitch
Slatt, slatt, slatt, come on
Yeah, slatt, it's 'Box, bitch