Belly Gang Kushington - Introduction Lyrics

      

Introduction
by Belly Gang Kushington

Alright look nigga I don't really know
What the fuck you are
And I’m not saying you owe me shit
I'm a fucking nobody
But you know you know you see us asking
Is you black or what?
Cause it's really just upsetting me and my homegirls
You look a little mixed
And then I get it they they saying you like a hood
You a hood trophy
I don’t really know we we supposed to give you the pass
Niggas is saying because you done been to jail and Maybe killed niggas
Or you was raised in the hood
We supposed to let you say it umm
Me and all my homegirls and homeboys
Been talking shit all morning
Aye…
Is you black or what?

 Aye…
Yeaaa
Nigga this the introduction
Baby mama calling my phone while I'm trapping
I don't know what thе fuck she on
Nigga wasn't calling my phone when
I was down bad not еating like Ramadan
Now a nigga eating good
I go top floor suite nigga just like a honey bun
Nigga I pull up 100 guns
I'm a ol' coked out Grady baby
Nigga I got fronts from the candy lady
When I could not pay the lady
Nigga I got fronts from a real plug
You could not pay to meet
Nigga I done beat all kind of cases
I thought I could not pay to beat
Nigga I done fucked all kind of hoes
I thought I could not pay to skeet
Nigga I'm staying in a new condo
I thought I could not pay the lease
Nigga I start at the bottom Hakuna Matata
You could not play with me
Nigga I count up a lotta I fuck up a dollar
You couldn't parlay with me
Nigga I got on the Marta I couldn’t afford a…

 Nigga be listening to your music
Aye…
Aye…
Nigga nigga make me feel like
I need to hop in that trap immediately nigga
Boy I never whipped nothing up boy
But shawty boy nigga make me feel like
Aye…
Boy I wanna break my wrist off in the fucking bowl
Aye…
You know what I’m saying

 Nigga this is my year
I got a whole thing in my ear
Nigga my hand get a little cramp
I make the money counter go frdddd
I got a switch on the back of the trumpet
It sound like a drum and that shit it go brdddd
She like to switch it up out her lil bag
She not a little ghetto hoe she go demure
She like a princess she got her own cash
I gotta go get a hoe she go mature
Nigga I'll make a nigga disappear
They don’t know what I came from
Nigga I'm selling bags to them other niggas
They don't know what I paid for em
Nigga I'm shooting dice on the block
I hold my strap with the same palm
Nigga I swipe cards and I weigh up bags
In the trap with the same arm
Nigga somehow I remain calm
I’m a original dope boy
I put the bread on the top and the bottom
This shit here feel like it's a po boy
I put the bread on the top and the bottom
This shit here feel like it's a subway
Nigga I'm beating all kind of cases
I go out the Lucci and Thug way
Nigga I'm from the same motherfucking city that
Lucci and Thug stay
Same motherfucking city that Lucci and Thug stay

 Y'all keep telling me he ain't white
At this point I don't even care what he is
Dude real deal make that music
I'm talking about that real deal authentic trap
Like he always give you that good authentic hood feel
Like if you ain't cut from this cloth
If you didn't grow up living like this
Or around somebody that live like this
You ain't gon understand