BTA

[Intro]
(Hold on)…

Aye

Aye 

(Said hold on)

Aye 
(Roll em up)

Aye 
(Roll em up)

Aye 
(said roll em up)


[Verse]
fuck around and found out 
We’ll Turn ya name 
Into a loud pack 
(Ohh shit)

Study chatting 
Fuck ya streams 
Hop off the porch than
Bitch 

Shit I can tell 
You ain’t really bout that
So fucking worried about us spinning 
Where ya bitch 

Hm I’m laughing at cha 


[pre chorus]

Punches fly
(Hold on 
 catch that)
Shit gone Hit you thousands times
I promise 
Push ya shit back
(All shitttt)

[chorus]
ROLL EM UP 

Please Don’t Wake the neighbors up
(All SHIIT)

Please Don’t wake the neighbors up 
(Ohhh shit)

Belt to ass
(Ohh shit)

Belt to ass
(Ohh shit)

(We gone BEAT YA ASS)

[Bridge]

I been tryna warn you
(I’m not the one you can play wit)

(Alllll shit)

Make his Head hit the payment
(Hit the payment)
(Damn)

IM NOT TO PLAY WITH 
(Allll shit)

[Pre Chorus]


[Chorus]


[Outro]

FUCK AROUND GO HEAD FOUND OUT!



PLEASE Don’t Wake the neighbors up
(Allll shittt)

Please Don’t wake the neighbors up 
(Ohhh shit)

BTA

Belt to ass
(Ohh shit)

BTA

Belt to ass
(Ohh shit)

BTA

BELT TO ASS


We BEAT YA  ass

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