Belly of The Beast Lyrics

What you hittin for slime?

Big Slim lil bitch

I don't fuck with ya'll niggas i swea ya'll bitch made

My son racked up rich baby he been paid

Big stick on me that shit bout 6'8

Gangsta bitch keep 2 K's she the hood Kim K

Smoking your dead nigga bout my respect motherfucker you gon die bout this

(Bout this)

AR that bih stutter when it hit

Accurate aim i swea i don't miss

Look

We gon spin right back

Heard that nigga talkin shit we gon press that

Pussy nigga internet thuggin like meek mill

So i pulled up with drakes shot his whole hood

Back to Back

Imma beat that boy like smackdown

He still alive Imma spin right back put him back down

Shots all around like surround sound

Niggas hate big slim but i swea they tryna be on dick now (Let's go)

I used to want me a G-Shock

But a young nigga fell in love with them G locks

One in the head i keep that chrome cocked

Shoot that boy head till i see his balloon pop

Say you trappin hard then nigga where the pack at?

More than 2 pounds me and twin gon snatch that

Take it to the hood tell Ty to go flip that

Act like a bitch imma push your bitch ass wig back (Uh Huh)

I love my opps so much i'm tryna let them see they homies (Dead nigga)

Bitch don't push me i ain't pussy imma put it on ya (Uh Huh)

Pull up actin i get active i might kill me sum (Might kill me sum)

Told lil wop go get the glock swea he don't miss him nothin

I wear camo in the hood cause a nigga out huntin (Big slim nigga)

I ain't come this way for nun bitch you gon fuck or somethin

Want me to treat her like a angel so i fucked her like satan

Took her halo threw that bitch like a frisbee

Opened her legs then i punctured her kidney

I ride wit dem killers where i go they with me (Uh Huh)

We got sticks like we playin ice hockey

Eyes on my bread put a bullet in his eye socket (Gang)

It's war bout my set bring that racket like Serena

My blood nigga leave your bloody body on the cement

Look in the mirror say "Big Slim" 3 times

Imma pop out like candy man hit yo ass wit bout 3 irons

Hang that nigga up like a clothesline

My niggas gon drum down yo block wit dem cannons like drumline

I don't fuck wit these niggas i swear ya'll bitch made

My son racked up rich baby he been paid

Big stick on me that shit bout 6'8

Gangsta bitch keep 2 K's she the hood Kim K

Smokin yo dead nigga bout my respect motherfucker

You gon die bout this (Bout this)

AR that bih stutter when it hit

Accurate aim i swea i don't miss

This for my niggas fuck with dem then you gon die nigga (Gon die bitch)

We gon slide and put yo bitch ass in the sky nigga (Fuck nigga)

Keep on wit that flexin you a dead nigga (Fuckin grave digger)

Pull up mad leave his hood red nigga (Mad as hell yeah)

Imma have a nigga drink his blood like a communion

I got credit wit dem killers i can't wait to use it (A1)

Kill one of ours we gon spin back for that retribution (Uh Huh)

We gon let dem rockets sing like niggas play for Houston (Let's ride)

I don't fuck wit these niggas i swear ya'll bitch made

My son racked up Rich baby he been paid

Big stick on me that shit bout 6'8

Gangsta bitch keep 2 K's she the hood Kim K

Smokin yo dead nigga bout my respect motherfucker

You gon die bout this (Bout this)

AR that bih stutter when it hit

Accurate aim i swea i don't miss