Believe the Hype
Got enough money to fill up a casket
I'm in the hills and not takin' no rations
Pull up to your court and I ball like the Magic
Drippin' in Louis I stay got the fashion
Passenger seat of a foreign we whippin'
Walk in the room that's yo' girl she be strippin'
Nike swish, crystal wrist, having yo' lady withdraws need a fix
Yo' girl she addictive like crack in the 80's
She wanna link up, make fam, and have babies
I'm like woah, you moving too fast
Billy let's hop in the car and go straight to the back
She said bruh dang man, I thought you my type
I'm dripped in designer believe all the hype
I'm in the phantom and getting street pipe
Balling her chops got yo' mommy on skype
She talking to me and my pants got a spike
Street Santa Claus you'll believe in the hype
Why is you talkin' my name
Swear to god all these rappers the same
My PP Tom Hardy I call it's name Bane
Pull up from 3 and I shoot Danny Granger
And I give out the candy like stranger
Put you to sleep like you Jesus in manger
Ay, yuh
Billy the best, better than rest, I'm posted up cashin' some checks
Hop in the Spur and we going to Denny's
We whippin' and skrtin' in Bennys
And pull up in Fendi
Don't make me a waffle, I pull put the semi
My bullets and bars they be hot like they Demi
Blastin' these fools I see no one in sight
Didn't believe em' believe in the hype
I'm in the hills and not takin' no rations
Pull up to your court and I ball like the Magic
Drippin' in Louis I stay got the fashion
Passenger seat of a foreign we whippin'
Walk in the room that's yo' girl she be strippin'
Nike swish, crystal wrist, having yo' lady withdraws need a fix
Yo' girl she addictive like crack in the 80's
She wanna link up, make fam, and have babies
I'm like woah, you moving too fast
Billy let's hop in the car and go straight to the back
She said bruh dang man, I thought you my type
I'm dripped in designer believe all the hype
I'm in the phantom and getting street pipe
Balling her chops got yo' mommy on skype
She talking to me and my pants got a spike
Street Santa Claus you'll believe in the hype
Why is you talkin' my name
Swear to god all these rappers the same
My PP Tom Hardy I call it's name Bane
Pull up from 3 and I shoot Danny Granger
And I give out the candy like stranger
Put you to sleep like you Jesus in manger
Ay, yuh
Billy the best, better than rest, I'm posted up cashin' some checks
Hop in the Spur and we going to Denny's
We whippin' and skrtin' in Bennys
And pull up in Fendi
Don't make me a waffle, I pull put the semi
My bullets and bars they be hot like they Demi
Blastin' these fools I see no one in sight
Didn't believe em' believe in the hype
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Writer(s): Blake Meyer
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