I Don't Believe You

My youngins militant
Always slide with a weapon
Got some stupid shit in the stash for protection
Balenciagas on ma feet
2 bands
When I'm Stepping
30 in the Sig 4 niggas who feelin big
Think of touching me
Then nigga u need to quit
Shoota's pop out
Boy it's
Gone be some shit
Once a nigga snitch
Rat
Hoe & a bitch
End up ina ditch for yappin the wrong shit
Mind ya fkn business
Live life & get money
See no evil
Hear no evil
Don't be a dummy
My niggas in the spot
Juggin
Sipping on the muddy
My niggas hit ya block
Demons
Leave ya nigga bloody
Niggas in the field scheme'n
Trynna make it bubble
20 bands 40 bands
Then make that shit double
Gotta eat good
When you survived through the struggle
On Instagram with all my chainz
Just trophy's from my hussle
Skinny nigga in gym showin off his muscles
These off whites hella hype
Splash
Leavin puddles
I Lay the pipe hella right
Leave dat pussy humbled
Run tha play
Cross the state
Can't afford to fumble
Quarter back & the coach
Turned wide receiver
Bitch is out her mind
If she she ever think
That i need need her
Show me u can get some money
U might be a keeper
Beamer coupe hella hot
The streets catch the fever
2wice
I don't believe
U
I don't believe
U bitches lyin
U need more people
Scam'n lil bitch
Dat Ass & her weave new
But had to cut tha bitch
She could never be ma equal



Credits
Writer(s): Terry Bailey
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