Dejulios Belt (Prod by ReallyHiiim )Official Video]

Pop the bottle leave ya sauce leaking

Demigods with ya false teaching, just the lost preaching

Bend the corner, hear the car screeching

A nice life until ya moms grieving, baby moms screaming

Half a mil, why the boy thieving, booger sugar got the lord geeking, its gonna cost reaching

Heard ya tape ain't hear a bar decent, scrape the plate, it need more seasoning

Hot or cold, knock em off the fence

Fuck boxing, put u in a box, bullets hitting on em like Errol Spence

Why ask the price if you ain't here to spend

The work fire, watch Tim dance when lit the stem

Break it down

This ain't rap this is facts nigga

Coping pounds pack dealer, swear my favorite rapper is a vac sealer

Tryna get my bag bigger, but won't hesitate to clap niggas

Fuck a twitter, the corener to tag niggas

Badd

2pac talks

Smokers churpin they want a certain batch

I'll have my shooters shooting where your curtains at

You, not a boss where your workers at

Niggas with me catching bodies like a circus act, really though

I slide through buff I got Badd with me

Told em he good I got that bag with me

And every hammer got a 30 round mag with me

I got my pack in the lab with me, sipping out the pint like I got chad with me

I'm up in sax with my Brooklyn bitch with mad giffies

How you winning out the same day that's a tad iffy

I was never good at math but count up cash quickly

Stash 50, 50 in the blick who tryna clash with me

In my hood, I make sure everybody eats

I creep through the back door low while everybody sleep

It's murder, I leave bloodstains on everybody sheets

And make sure at the funeral that they lay everybody neat