Cancion : Beltfed
Artista : Clika One
Album : The Circle
Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-beltfed-de-clika-one


[Romero the Lobo:]
Yea, it's that Rip-gut shit !
That Locc to The Brain shit !
That mothafuckin Machine Gun Funk !
This that mothafuckin Beltfed shit !
G-Money watch this here, come on homeboy
Beltfed, beltfed (beltfed x8)
That belt fed shit, believe that
Don't get it twisted
Yeah
Don't get it twisted
Yeah,yeah,yeah
[Chorus:]
When we spit like Full Metal Jackets
Out a fully automatic Mac-Uzi
Constantly shootin
Bullets slide through you
Constantly shoot you
Bullets ride through you
When I pull it right to you
Yeah
When we pick up thе automatic
Kick up the static and start blasting
Leave'еm in a casket
Body in the cast then
Body in the casket
[Romero - Verse 1:]
Romero from the Clik to the dot to the 1
We could run up in the spot put my Glock in the tounge
Have the neighbors reporting they heard shots from a gun
Cops gonna come
Think I give a fuck if I'm off in a run?
(nah)
Hit the corner with the Glock cocked
Heated up on hot rocks
Licking up the block
Hit'em up in the mothafuckin soft spot
At the wrong place at the wrong time
And this shit would just pop out
I'm in the middle of a hot box
With my dawg blowing up the dro
Romero the Lobo I'm known for rolling up the whole zone
We could hit it till it's all gone
(Homegrown)
My shit is just all bomb
Take it back to the days
Showing sacks of the haze
Shooting straps
And they scrapped out the pavement
Take it back to booth where I stacked up my loot
In the 7-0-Deuce on the East Side of Vegas
Where the mothafuckin g's drop, on the haters
Where my dawgs pop, on the haters
Leave a mothafucka dead and disabled
Bullet holes through his dome will they pray to the dead though
I don't ever say never the Lobo willingly never
Will ever pick up the pistol and get bucked
I'mma tell you right now
I ain't no mothafuckin punk
Can't nobody ever say they ran through me
Popping out the mouth like a Automatic Uzi
"What you about?"
"I'm 'bout wrecking these tracks!"
And have whatever is left
It's what I left in the aftermath
Making your lungs collapse
Figured you just cuffed the rap?
Fuck nah, I'm putting Vegas up on the map
Putting hands on, they backin out
(Y'all other mothafuckas ain't fucking with that!)
I'm from the 5-0-5, Double-8 live
I could tell you a bitch when I look in the eyes
Cus I took you by surprise took your mothafuckin life
(Gotdamn this mothafuckas dangrous!)
The Lobo spit clips fulla ammo
For claiming dinero
Romero the mero I got the heaviest metal I spit lava
Hot as artillery action
Ain't ever seen nothing that packing me out like
[Chorus:] x2
When we spit like Full Metal Jackets
Out a fully automatic Mac-Uzi
Constantly shootin
Bullets slide through you
Constantly shoot you
Bullets ride through you
When I pull it right to you
Yeah
When we pick up the automatic
Kick up the static and start blasting
Leave'em in a casket
Body in the cast then
Body in the casket
[Romero the Lobo:]
It's hot as a mothafucka up in this booth
But imma go ahead and let y'all mothafuckas
Gain your composure back
Before I mothafuckin drop this shit
Come on
[Romero - Verse 2:]
Romero from the Clik to the 1
On the block with the gang
Heard a shot from a gauge
Getting levas for their watch and them rings
What you think you could walk around flossing that chain Mothafuckas wonder why they get caught in the rain
Robbed for their rims and their tires
And their pockets and thangs
(?) Riding, sitting on bricks (?)
Spitting balas through the rib cage
(let me show'em that he bitchmade)
(?)
Now he's thinking that he's hard cus he lifts weights
Caught him slipping on the boulevard and didn't wait
*Ringing*
M.V: "What's crackin'?"
R.T.L: "Ay, ese I just ran out of bullets on some vatos
I'm on my way to get you"
[Mack Villinize - Verse 3:]
When I pick up the pistol I launch missle on topics
Think we playing games mothafuckas dead but I'm not
When the guns pop
It's an adrenaline rush don't make a nigga go nut the fuck up
And scream and cuz when the guns bust
Like a Full Metal Jacket out a fully automatic Mac-Uzi
Running right through you
You're bulletproof ain't shit
When the teflon tip when it hit redrum right through you
How long will they mourn you?
I bet you not long cus life goes on
And nobody misses a bitch nigga when he gone
Fuck him when he dead tag up his tombstone im a gangsta
Villinize I'm bout the paper
Ain't taking no shorts no losses no feelings these covers
Fuck these mothafucking haters
Thats how it crack in Las Vegas
[Chorus:] x2
When we spit like Full Metal Jackets
Out a fully automatic Mac-Uzi
Constantly shootin
Bullets slide through you
Constantly shoot you
Bullets ride through you
When I pull it right to you
Yeah
When we pick up the automatic
Kick up the static and start blasting
Leave'em in a casket
Body in the cast then
Body in the casket


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