DAMMNTC, Yeat - Orion’s Belt lyrics

You ain't never heard of shit like this
Cus you ain't never heard my style
You ain't never heard a real OG
Cus this shit gon' pack you out
Yeah, yeah I'm in New York at the spot
I'm in LA with the watt
I'm in LA with the percs, ya dig
I don't even know what I got
(DAMMNTC, you made this?)

What's the deal with this shit
Should go platinum
What's the deal with this shit
You gon' stay with them
What's the deal with that shit
Just go grab some
What's the deal with that shit
It gon' matter some
Came in this bitch with a blick on my side
This shit is a magnum
I fuck this bitch but I don't want no
Kids so I use me a Magnum
Hang on each other for real
They always lying
"Yеat why you poppin' these pills?"
Boy I might die
You don't know how I feel, you
Ain't seen what I did
You ain't did what I did
It's a rеason that I'm in this spot
And you ain't on nothing lil' bitch
I told my brother just pass me the Glock
I'mma call it like this
I might just rock like this
I might just start like this
Heart heart heart heart heart
Heart heart heart
Heart heart heart might stop like this
(on twizz) you ain't never did no pills
You ain't did no drugs
You don't know what it feel like this
It's just real life beef
Is you real life that
It's a real life problem
Better get that bread
Better that figure it out

You ain't never heard of shit like this
Cus you ain't never heard my style
You ain't never heard a real OG
Cus this shit gon' pack you out
Yeah, yeah I'm in New York at the spot
I'm in LA with the watt
I'm in LA with the percs, ya dig
I don't even know what I got

I don't even know what the fuck that I did
But this on money on me it won't stop
I don't even know there a tutor for real
But this bitch giving brain she won't stop
My twizzy, my gang on my
Buddha for real, my dawgs
They never gon' talk
I heard your lil' ass with the cops
I heard that you wanna get robbed
I heard that you worked a job
I got so many damn kids in that music shit
Guess that I made myself wrong
I really put all of my pain
In the music, for real, this shit too raw
Know that they scared of the talent I got
Cus' the chains on me say wrong
All of my real fans know
That this shit too goated
This shit too strong

I wanna live on my own i wanna get me a home
Don't really know what I own
I might be in the wrong
Know that you scared for real
But you gotta know that I'm grown
Getting the money for real
Can't you see why I been on my own
Trust me I know how you feel
So momma I ain't coming home