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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
FWC Big Key
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keyon Fails
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MK MENTALITY
Producer
Kenenbaev Meder
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Island Boys 24, ****, Belt Gang
Island Boys 24, ****, Belt Gang
Island Boys 24, ****, Belt Gang (MKMentality, baby)
Island Boys 24, huh
[Verse 1]
Island Boys 24, ****, Belt Gang (Belt Gang)
I sign again, everybody gettin' belt to ass
You ain't never bust a chopper, you ain't never did shit
Why I'm up three thousand, I'm forever hittin' licks
Me and Pros got the hoes lit (What up, Pros?)
Speakin' of pros, I spent those on my whole kit (Blowin' money)
APs, bust Cubans, we got froze shit (All that)
Don't ask me 'bout my old opps, they ain't on shit (****)
[Verse 2]
I got a line on the food, might buy a restaurant (Talkin' dog food)
We on the five pound, throw the mag, I got an extra plot (Right here)
Shout out Lil Baby, every pocket got a knot
I spent a thousand on an eight and put it in the pot
I'm in TellyTrapMode, ridin' with my **** Mont
I'm a chemist with the dog, turn a half to a block (To a whole)
They said the feds watchin', still ridin' with my chop (For real)
Bro just beat a body case, still hittin' ****' top (Island Boys)
[Verse 3]
Pros, ayy, my **** got two watches (Bustdown)
Trackhawk or Hellcat, I got a few options (I want 'em both)
Me and Mike pulled up two straps 'cause the shoes Prada
Lil Zeek was dead on arrival, he had two choppers (****)
Man, they crew dyin', ****, who slidin'?
Them **** hoes, they ain't slid the last two bodies (Them **** hoes)
Lil' bro'll tap a **** head for like two thousand (Yes, sir)
Man, them lil' **** ain't no pits, they still shoot houses (What the fuck?)
[Verse 4]
(V.I.)
Ain't shit sweet, you'll get robbed if you was sixteen (Sweet sixteen)
All that dissin' Chedda shit'll get you Swiss cheesed (R.I.P. lil' bro)
My **** Tee in love with keys like he Swizz Beatz (What up, Tee?)
I'm in that striker with Head and Lik, this one for MB (Let's get 'em back)
They keep tellin' me to drop, shit, I barely rap (I barely rap)
Most of my **** still on paper, still carry straps (Still strapped up)
Boy, your bitch sent me the drop with her friendly ass (Lil' rat ass)
Hit his ass with thirty-three, this one for TellyTrap
Written by: Keyon Fails