BELLY

Aye I'm a bad influence Showed the bitch my cup, now her belly feeling stupid Suck me in the Tracky, that's the language that she fluent Track in the tunnel sounding better than my music Money my distraction, I feel better when I use it Drugs my escape, I feel better when I'm using Drop another track when I run it and I lose it Faces my escape, sell my pain through my music Blood on my lips Sipping like a vamp World is really mine Wildin till I can't Took her to a local for the date, it's a wrap Told the bitch I rap, looked at me and told me "Prove it" Shorty said she fucking with the paint, it's a wrap Fucked her out in public Body told me do it Heart been broke so many times but the music get me through it Stomach aches I'm bubblin, it's the pharmaceuticals Internet warrior, hating from a cubicle Lurking in my stories, tryna get the scoop Tell a hoe be quiet while I'm tryna write a verse Tryna calm her down but I only made her worse Grew up in the belly, Carol City family Show her around the block, now her man jelly Peanut butter seats, jamming to my mixtape Gotta see the V, it sound stupid when I floor it Aye I'm a bad influence Showed the bitch my cup, now her belly feeling stupid Suck me in the Tracky, that's the language that she fluent Track in the tunnel sounding better than my music Money my distraction, I feel better when I use it Drugs my escape, I feel better when I'm using Drop another track when I run it and I lose it Faces my escape, sell my pain through my music Aye I'm a bad influence Aye, what I'm a bad influence Showed the bitch my cup, now her belly feeling stupid Aye Aye, aye, what Aye, aye