Lyrics Belly of the Beast - Blake

Fuck, Fuck Ugh ugh ugh look 5 percent,
Bitch don't look at my window NIggas
Playing games out here like This Game
Cube Nintendo She stuck up, now this Bang Bang,
Get low Then why you try play be friends for?
Niggas out here giving info Boy you twelve car Winslow My wrist dance
To the disco You step once in the middle I might break your heart,
Little bitch But I promise I'll be gentle How y'all stacking up
Twenties In that bitch so motherfuckin' little Look,
Cash app in her bio I swear these hoe's make me sick You can still
Get dogged I don't care how many likes you get Couldn't get off the
Phone Had to tell her I was on 3 percent How your ass so broke But
Got so many likes on your pic Pull off n*gga in the breeze Hitting
That bitch like, when I please Jewelry on me still on freeze High
Trap Say I smell like weed How you gon' go switch teams Ya'll care
'Bout every little thing I don't know what to believe Bitch my drip
On Just going out to eat They talk but imma let it be Ain't playing
No hide n go seek No sir no CBD Them SI's GTG Might pull up AMG Pull
Off like BRB Look, yeah Man what's up I've been dubbin up When your
Wrist look like this dude you don't gotta speak too much Stop with
All that catnip buddy enough is enough You ain't drop no racks,
That bitch a couple hundred bucks I just copped an Audi that bitch
Came with real leather seats I just copped two entrees cause I ain't
Know which one I wanna eat I just got a screenshot I ain't gonna save
Nothin, but I peaked That pussy shit get exposed,
Nigga welcome to the belly of the beast
Yeah, fuck Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck