Believe Me
Oh, you heard that?
F&Ns on my nigga
Uh, F&Ns on my nigga, yeah, he came slidin'
Ayy, uh
F&Ns on my nigga, yeah, he came slidin'
Pull a beat up and watch me spazz, yeah, I stay glidin'
In Inglewood I'm with the thugs, you know they stay wildin'
I heard you lookin' for me, well, bitch, I ain't hard to find
I ain't hard to see, peep, ayy, all these niggas lookin'
I don't show up for less than ten, I give a fuck who bookin'
I could really give a fuck, I got to feed Maxine
I lost my big bro, slid back, I give a fuck who seen
When I was takin' losses bitch, where the fuck was you?
Nevermind, don't answer that
I'm game, I bet you feel me too
Long drills, finesse hoes
Dior all for the dress code
I stip hoes
Money in these framеs
I got my ass out just to stress hoes
I'm the rawеst bitch you'll ever know
I'll up the bag 'cause I'm expensive to a nigga
He say I'm dripped just like I'm fuckin' gold
Believe me, I already fucked this nigga, so who the needy?
Yeah, I'll stunt all on this bitch
And call his plays, you know he need me
I'm the rawest bitch you'll ever know
I'll up the bag 'cause I'm expensive to a nigga
He say I'm dripped just like I'm fuckin' gold
Believe me, I already fucked this nigga, so who the needy?
Yeah, I'll stunt all on this bitch
And call his plays, you know he need me
Ayy, I'm the rawest bitch you ever had
Ayy, don't forget I had you beggin' for this shit
I up the score, so, now, you do the math
I'm the coldest bitch you ever seen
I keep a mug, and I don't talk to these niggas
If he with me, just know he paid a fee
So, to get it right, he fuckin' me tonight
Pussy tight
And when I throw it back, he say, "This pussy ripe"
He tryna spend the night
What's wrong with him?
No bands in his hands, it ain't no man in him
I'll free him, and I'll pass his stupid ass (uh, ayy)
You gotta live with him
Ayy, I freed the nigga
He kept coming back
But I don't need the nigga
Ayy, double back
He stay on my phone
But, ain't no coming back
You lame, now, bitch, get the fuck on
Or hit that PayPal
I'm the shadiest, we don't like yo' bitch, so, she can't come around
I'm the rawеst bitch you'll ever know
I'll up the bag 'cause I'm expensive to a nigga
He say I'm dripped just like I'm fuckin' gold
Believe me, I already fucked this nigga, so who the needy?
Yeah, I'll stunt all on this bitch
And call his plays, you know he need me
F&Ns on my nigga
Uh, F&Ns on my nigga, yeah, he came slidin'
Ayy, uh
F&Ns on my nigga, yeah, he came slidin'
Pull a beat up and watch me spazz, yeah, I stay glidin'
In Inglewood I'm with the thugs, you know they stay wildin'
I heard you lookin' for me, well, bitch, I ain't hard to find
I ain't hard to see, peep, ayy, all these niggas lookin'
I don't show up for less than ten, I give a fuck who bookin'
I could really give a fuck, I got to feed Maxine
I lost my big bro, slid back, I give a fuck who seen
When I was takin' losses bitch, where the fuck was you?
Nevermind, don't answer that
I'm game, I bet you feel me too
Long drills, finesse hoes
Dior all for the dress code
I stip hoes
Money in these framеs
I got my ass out just to stress hoes
I'm the rawеst bitch you'll ever know
I'll up the bag 'cause I'm expensive to a nigga
He say I'm dripped just like I'm fuckin' gold
Believe me, I already fucked this nigga, so who the needy?
Yeah, I'll stunt all on this bitch
And call his plays, you know he need me
I'm the rawest bitch you'll ever know
I'll up the bag 'cause I'm expensive to a nigga
He say I'm dripped just like I'm fuckin' gold
Believe me, I already fucked this nigga, so who the needy?
Yeah, I'll stunt all on this bitch
And call his plays, you know he need me
Ayy, I'm the rawest bitch you ever had
Ayy, don't forget I had you beggin' for this shit
I up the score, so, now, you do the math
I'm the coldest bitch you ever seen
I keep a mug, and I don't talk to these niggas
If he with me, just know he paid a fee
So, to get it right, he fuckin' me tonight
Pussy tight
And when I throw it back, he say, "This pussy ripe"
He tryna spend the night
What's wrong with him?
No bands in his hands, it ain't no man in him
I'll free him, and I'll pass his stupid ass (uh, ayy)
You gotta live with him
Ayy, I freed the nigga
He kept coming back
But I don't need the nigga
Ayy, double back
He stay on my phone
But, ain't no coming back
You lame, now, bitch, get the fuck on
Or hit that PayPal
I'm the shadiest, we don't like yo' bitch, so, she can't come around
I'm the rawеst bitch you'll ever know
I'll up the bag 'cause I'm expensive to a nigga
He say I'm dripped just like I'm fuckin' gold
Believe me, I already fucked this nigga, so who the needy?
Yeah, I'll stunt all on this bitch
And call his plays, you know he need me
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Writer(s): David Obata Teel
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