Roc Marciano - Bally Belts lyrics

[Intro] Oh, man, you already know what it is sh**, Pimpstead sh**, n***a (word) Give me the light Word up p**y-face n***as, man, yo check it out Follow suit [Verse] Bally belts, presence is felt, I'm somethin' else My gun long as hell, it ain't for huntin' elk Preserve self, earn wealth, hurl shells Twirl a L, burn in Hell Learn the sk** Turn the steering wheel in the Sedan de Ville Spanish MILFs eat chamomile Trill, slipped on a banana peel Jam the hammer in your grill, and stand on the sand hill Pop a paink** pill, let the champagne spill Snake peel, twist the J, lay still Embrace stale enough to taste veal Break the seal, my faith is a paper trail Placed a spell on the ageless belle The slaves are for sale, from grace fell Became stealth Your chain is the third rail Tears of pain like rain fell Bask in the glory Pa**ion, pa**port spells pausey The Jag that's sporty, the pump shotgun call it shorty n***as in my opinion rap corny Crash your story in the A4 Audi My dealer scrape paper form LA to Missouri Mix the soft drink with the Formula 44-D Hustling raw with the sore feet Draw heat, knock the top off your core piece I stood covered in a long mink Look sleek, the sneaks is like a toucan beak The wolf-man dance with the sheep A grand apiece keep my hands greased The Sedan it ain't a lease, the Coup, take off the hairpiece Speak your piece (Feels so) Or beat your feet (Girl)