​miind, Lizard Boii - Need A Belt! lyrics

Got an AK with a belt whatchu felt
Got a burner, make you melt
You ain't well, take an L
Cast you out just like a spell
Your body drops with the shells
Took my Glock to Show-and Tell
Pull your pants up cause they fell
You need a belt you need a belt

Run with the Glock like Iraq
Just take two shots now you dropped
Don't need the cops to pop off
So I just rock with the mob
And she want dick, like a dog
Run with the sticks, give them fog
They call me spic, I ain't off it
Put their daddy in a coffin
You is a copy cat like Felix
Gotta run with the gat, I spill it
Don't give a fuck 'bout what you feeling
She grip my dick and I grip the wheel and
She gon' suck without the peel and
If you're off it you get killed
My blood is red I leave it spilled
I eat the opps for every meal
I'm gon' take a bow like Corduroy
She gon' shake me up like a soda boy
I'mma crank and yule her like Soulja Boy
I'mma have to shoot you like Polaroid
I'm very sorry but I told ya boy
That when MI I ND on it, he a soldier, boy
You is thin as paper, I'mma fold ya boy
Made your damn career then I sold it boy

Got an AK with a belt whatchu felt
Got a burner, make you melt
You ain't well, take an L
Cast you out just like a spell
Your body drops with the shells
Took my Glock to Show-and Tell
Pull your pants up cause they fell
You need a belt you need a belt

You need a belt, bitch boy
Team Rocket how I'm blasting off, I deploy
I remember I was bored and I had to kill
A nigga in a battle and I bodied him
It's true story
You look like a mouse, like Mickey
Glock is with me, and some Minnie's
Trust me bitch, I'm getting litty
Steal your bitch with no sense
She's a pretty penny, and I got
Your bitch with me, she like "gimme gimme"
Yeah, I keep with the strap like a dyke
You feel me?
Stay going up like you can never miss me
Glue on the K, these bullets leave him sticky
Short gun like Morty, feeling like I'm Ricky
She wanna suck like a sippy
Get high like a hippie
This shit getting trippy
She suck like a baby
On titties, to try to fuck with me
Fat bullets on the choppa, looking like Gibby
Left the boy, it's like "rest In peace"
That's what he gets for testing me
I kill this shit like it's yes Indeed
I got that motherfucking recipe
You need a belt when I pull up he yelp
GTA, I got the stars on me
I got that green like the shit was kelp
I'm bout to make you a mockery (whore)