Lyrics bb belt freestyle - Gamma

Scale in the closet just in case i need to weigh up
If you wanna feature pussy got better pay up
How i wake up bong rip and some makeup
How you tryna outrun me, cant even lace up
How you gonna tweet all that, irl ain't say nun
Big bb belt on my waist for a bigger gun
Big bb belt on my waist for my blade
Pussies couldn't imagine all the beasts that i been slaying

Fuckers cant pronounce all the incantations i chant
Rhinestone belt through the loops of all of my pants
You can tell the way that i rap that i am not a fan
I do my own thing you sit at home on instagram

Scale in the closet just in case i need to weigh up
If you wanna feature pussy got better pay up
How i wake up bong rip and some makeup
How you tryna outrun me, cant even lace up
How you gonna tweet all that, irl ain't say nun
Big bb belt on my waist for a bigger gun
Big bb belt on my waist for my blade
Pussies couldn't imagine all the beasts that i been slaying

50 nic juice up in the vape gimme a head rush
Weapons on my body got me feelin like a veteran
I don't flip the paper i count it yea i don't read much
Now how you gonna say that you saw me when you ain't see nun
You better not snitch or i'll make sure that you ain't breathin
Homie got arrested for possession of like three guns
(Listen after this fuckin chorus i go crazy just listen, promise)

Scale in the closet just in case i need to weigh up
If you wanna feature pussy got better pay up
How i wake up bong rip and some makeup
How you tryna outrun me, cant even lace up
How you gonna tweet all that, irl ain't say nun
Big bb belt on my waist for a bigger gun
Big bb belt on my waist for my blade
Pussies couldn't imagine all the beasts that i been slaying

With my gun and my sword i kill monsters and zombies
Kill the lords of the hordes of the ones who will copy
Know i ain't speakin politely i'll tell yo bitch come and bite me
And you can shit up on my music but you'll never could fight me
Cause if you try to come fight me i'll put your body on icing
And you can check in the journal that it's with blood i been writing
Yea i been trippin off tabs, no i don't psilocybin
And if you tryna get a feature be prepared for the pricing
I ain't cheap muthafucka i could break your bank
Like ebola got no license still pulled up in a tank
Remember boarding school a fucka got kicked out for the dank
Now my homies rollin up like we ratchet n clank

Scale in the closet just in case i need to weigh up
If you wanna feature pussy got better pay up
How i wake up bong rip and some makeup
How you tryna outrun me, cant even lace up
How you gonna tweet all that, irl ain't say nun
Big bb belt on my waist for a bigger gun
Big bb belt on my waist for my blade
Pussies couldn't imagine all the beasts tha i been slaying