LOVE BELTGANG Lyrics – FWC Big Key

LOVE BELTGANG Lyrics by FWC Big Key, Mike x Morg is brand new song sung by FWC Big Key, Mike x Morg and music of this latest song is given by MKMentality. LOVE BELTGANG song lyrics are also penned down by FWC Big Key, CashGang Mike, BMorg392.


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Song: LOVE BELTGANG
Singer: FWC Big Key, Mike x Morg
Music: MKMentality
Lyrics: FWC Big Key, CashGang Mike, BMorg392
Album: FREE 24 (2024)

LOVE BELTGANG Lyrics

B!tches love Belt, uh
Ayy
Ayy
B!tches love Belt Gang, uh
B!tches love Belt Gang
Our opps need help, gang
No cap
(MKMentality, baby)

These hoes love Belt Gang, they put the call in when the opps out (Belt Gang)
Morg got a coat on with no shirt, just a chop out (What up, Morg?)
I can’t ride in the car with JOG, they like to hop out (I’m out the roof)
If a b!tch get to trippin’ off the Lik, she gettin’ knocked out
N!gga, drop the dot, we finna pull up on you right now (Right now)
Go OT and hit a backpage for Mike Brown
Izzo contemplatin’ on a label, but he might sign
Don’t pass me no Lunazul, b!tch, I like Don
He was trollin’ ’bout a watch, GBG, got his brother spun (Get Back Gang)
In a striker, I’m bendin’, me and the youngest shark (What up, Mike?)
Kill a n!gga, pray to the Lord, but not my brother Hart (Vice Lord)
The last n!gga slid down need another car (n!gga)
We ain’t them n!ggas you can sit on (At all)
At the ‘nino beatin’ shit with my kit on (f*ck J-Rob)
Smoke an opp, hit the stu’ and make a diss song
My n!gga Sticcs’ll run you down in some Rick Owens

We lost MB, ain’t tryna rap, I’m tryna drop somethin’ (I need a drop)
We overkill, we still blowin’ ’til the cops come (We clutch poles)
I’m outside with thirty hoes, n!gga, I got the block jumpin’ (This b!tch jumpin’)
This ain’t the switchy, I’m out the window with the chop bustin’ (Brrt)
Last skit, I walked down in some Prada sneaks (I’m rich as f*ck)
Check my phone, my ex-b!tch said she proud of me (Thanks, bae)
This 32, hell no, this ain’t exotic weed (E pack)
Morg got a handgun, he gave the chop to Key (What up, gang?)

My b!tches love Morg, but turn to Durk when it’s time to slide (b!tches Durk)
In the striker out bendin’, playin’ “Tired of Mas” (What up, Key?)
Me and Threat just caught a hat, it’s only nine o’clock (It’s early)
I got a switch for no reason, I’m tryna find a Glock (Where the Glocks at?)
Last year, one of my opps lost ’bout four friends (Lame)
Instead of makin’ diss songs, you need to go bend (n!gga)
I’m a shark, they think we dolphins how I blow fin (Brrt)
Fifteen hundred for a strike, we finna go in, n!gga

(Fifteen hundred for a strike, we finna go in, n!gga)
(MKMentality, baby)

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