Believer

(albüm: DOA2 (Public Target: Deluxe) - 2020)

I turned a bad bitch, to a believer
Shame like I'm having a seizure
I'm fucking her once, ion need her
Sip sweet, margarita
Going fast yeah I'm breaking the meter
Smoking cannabis straight out the beacon
I can't link if I know you're tweaking
In the party, got blood on my sneakers

For the money, I'm up, I'm eager
Talk bread when you ask for a feature
Blowing up, lil' bitch like a creeper
Said he got a homie, yo homie a dealer
You didn't say lil bitch got a fever
She eat dick, I gotta feed her
I'm alone, I don't need her
[?] to the money I changed my demeanor
Whatchu doing you not doing it right
Calling sport and you know he gon' slide
Baby Glock, it don't matter the size
Only money moves, I'm making strides
In the Beamer coupe had a Glock
Down bad, yeah your card got declined
Sliding with straight and sliding with pride
Mess with my brothers, y'all gonna die
Going up, yeah this shit is a breeze
I get to the money, I get it with ease
Sound like a cop, making em freeze
You looking for work, then it ain't coming free
Big blade, yeah I'm looking for war
New world, yeah we bought the whole store
She see the CD, that's Christian Dior
I step into Guess, yeah I call that shit gore

Call that shit gore
Call that shit gore
Christian Dior
Christian Dior

I turned a bad bitch, to a believer
[?] like I'm having a seizure
I'm fucking her once, ion need her
Sip sweet, margarita
Going fast yeah I'm breaking the meter
Smoking cannabis straight out the beacon
I can't link if I know you're tweaking
In the party, got blood on my sneakers

My bro got good lean by the liter
She talking down then I gotta delete her
Sayonara, yeah I won't wanna be her
I got that choppa, it sing like a [?]
She blowing my phone, so I turn off the ringer
This MAC on my hip, it come hot like fajitas
I'm the star of the game, and that boy on the bleachers
She is a thot for the team, you can keep her (Yeah)
I gotta choppa, gon' blow like a whistle
We gon make [?] he might need a tissue
That choppa got lips, it's gon' pucker and kiss you
I feel like a teacher cause I'm gon' dismiss you
The way I've been rapping, it sound like a riddle
He claiming he hard, but he sweet like a Skittle
Just like he Malcolm, get hit in the middle
He think that he big, but that lil' nigga little
I'm swervin this bit back, it's a Bugatti Veyron
The size of these bullets, they look like a crayon
I go hard for my warriors, feeling like Draymond
Feel like that nigga, I'm feelin like [?]
I just walked in with [?], she all on my dick, and she ask for a pic', but she can't take a flip
My bro got that choppa, he shoot off the rip
I feel like that lil' baby got too much drip
He playing with me, he get hit with the stick
Better not let me catch him talking out his lip
My shoes, they be tied, so I cannot trip
He tweak off a bitch, need to get a grip
She stay on my body, suck me like a tick
A lotta blue hunnids, but I'm not a crip
I see all the money, now I gotta itch
There's too many hoes, now I gotta pick

I turned a bad bitch, to a believer
[?] like I'm having a seizure
I'm fucking her once, ion need her
Sip sweet, margarita
Going fast yeah I'm breaking the meter
Smoking cannabis straight out the beacon
I can't link if I know you're tweaking
In the party, got blood on my sneakers
I turned a bad bitch, to a believer
[?] like I'm having a seizure
I'm fucking her once, ion need her
Sip sweet, margarita
Going fast yeah I'm breaking the meter
Smoking cannabis straight out the beacon
I can't link if I know you're tweaking
In the party, got blood on my sneaker