Num8ers - Belly

OG all in my blunt, twenty cars all in the front

Fifty G’s I made this week, hundred hoes all wanna fuck

Too faded, fuck control

Five pills, I fucking roll

One dysfunctional family, nah we wasn’t no Huxtables

Eight years that pops got, that shit killed my fucking soul

I swear that day they took my heart, felt like I died real fucking slow

So I got high, out my mind, a thousand times when shit got low

We was married to the game til that bitch got old

Expensive ass ho, let it be

Now you know why the bitch ain’t never free

She going in for the kill, let her eat

And I met her doing drugs, chemistry

So dope, amphetamine

She make it all okay, ketamine

Anyone ever loved her, enemy

I’m getting gum, tryna make new memories

We ain’t invited, we just invaded

Suede seats, she’s been persuaded

OG, she’s been sedated

Huh, this bitch is faded

Look, they say they ain’t scared but I know they shook

When I say love in the air I’m probably talking bout the kush

Okay now let’s start, less talk

How the fuck they shooting blanks at this Kevlar

It’s okay they slept on me, they’ll be awake for the best part

And I’m on the loudest shit, you probably couldn’t even get an ounce of it

And I just went through a pound of it

You ain’t got kush, that’s counterfeit bitch

I’m the right guy for that wrong love

Adderalls and them long blunts

Popping M’s in my penthouse

Taking slow sips out that tall cup

Pour it up til we breathe slow

Yeah bitch I’m just getting warmed up

And bet she wanna tell me to stop but she like it more when I’m on drugs