Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ScHoolboy Q
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
Sam Dew
Sam Dew
Vocals
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quincy Hanley
Quincy Hanley
Songwriter
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Songwriter
Adrian Younge
Adrian Younge
Songwriter
David Henderson
David Henderson
Songwriter
Hart William Alexander
Hart William Alexander
Songwriter
Todd Simon
Todd Simon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
James Hunt
James Hunt
Recording Engineer
Mark Spears
Mark Spears
Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street, y'all
Never had a motherfuckin' weed card
I'm down to flatline a ****, never been soft
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street, y'all
I was thirteen with my motherfuckin' heat, y'all
**** caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off
I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the bitches with the ass
Got an icy chain 'cause a **** gettin' cash
Three different pagers goin' up because I'm crackin'
Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'? Uh, yeah, ayy
O-orange laces for my shoestrings
Pistol on me, dope is in her G-string
Ridin' in my motherfuckin' Coupe-Ville
Groovin' with my motherfuckin' locs still
Fig' side **** keep a dope fiend
Ghetto bird here to kill our ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish school
I was just a square **** 'til I took my 52, ooh, yeah, ayy
[Chorus]
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though
We love, we go, ayy, we rise, we low, ayy
Our pride, we show, ayy, we love, we go
[Verse 2]
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street, y'all
Tryna get this motherfuckin' weed off
Gang injunction tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a strike on my record, then it's true
Cops effin' up my record, never told 'em what I knew
I was in my **** car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot
I was out here sellin' dope at fourteen, what it do?
I was out here fuckin' hoes at fourteen, what it do?
I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggie when the small **** rob, give me loot
Pop a **** on his mom porch, kill his brother too
**** lost his first fade nine years after school
**** tryna get the J's, blue Chucks sick as flu, uh
Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
On my **** handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah
[Chorus]
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though
We love, we go, ayy, we rise, we low, ayy
Our pride, we show, ayy, we love, we go
[Outro]
Bellin' through the motherfuckin' st—
Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the motherfuckin' street—
B-Bellin' through the motherfuckin' street—
B-B-Bellin', bellin' through the motherfuckin' street—
Bellin', b-bellin' through the motherfuckin' st—
Bellin', bellin', bellin'
Bell-bellin' through the motherfuckin' street— street
Street, street, street, y'all
Written by: A. Younge, D. Henderson, Mark Spears, Quincy Hanley, T. Simon, William Hart
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