Unbelieve (feat. DiirtyLow)
Energy make this one
Ayy, ayy
A lot of shit to try to throw you off your element
Put that shit up in your hustle and development
Swear these niggas talkin' bullshit ain't relevant
I been poppin' all these tags for the hell of it
I ain't even type to brag, but I was down niggas laugh
I cop a big bag before I give a bitch my last
I'm the muscle in these streets, these niggas don't want me to spaz
Niggas talkin' down on dirty, nigga that's your ass
I'm in a foreign door, foreign shit with a foreign bitch
Been in a corner, I got sirs waitin' for a fix
Bend her over, she won't throw it back, standing up
Bagpultin', better nigga copy, comin' back
Copy Every Graham in the mix
Miss me with it if the profit ain't enough
Stuff me attention in my all black cults
Cough syrup with me, I'ma sell it by the ounce
Sixty metal jackets in AR
I don't hang around, you ain't coppin', I skate off
Tryna get these pounds gone, how that's workin' out
Had to switch the sound, see if I can sell the style
Niggas only act tough when they around a crowd
Choppin' make a n**** brain freeze like wild
I'm a small city nigga, but I got them big racks
Tall lil' baby, she can ride with me, she a flex
You ain't never rolled in a scat
You ain't never spent your last on a pack
These bitches be rats
Why you flexin' with that pack that is nacho cheese
I done did the unbelieve
I'm in the stu drinkin' on this lean
I done threw so many pros, I done fucked so many hoes
I don't even want you around me, you ain't gotten to the pros
Bitch, I cherish the wins, I done took so many losses
Only hang around with me if you on your boss shit
11 out of nickel, fuck around in blitz
Got a script on your bitch, bout to stuff the pills
Stuff the stainless steel, leave a stain still
Will cut a nigga off before I cut a deal
Still sell it all, what kind of sack you on it
Every time you ask the price, I'ma add a number
I hit her from the side, you cash app her money
I smell like Yves Saint Laurent, pickin' up a bundle
My niggas runnin' shit, and we addin' laps
I ended up like Apple, cause I'm sellin' jacks
Ironic in the field, wearin' Steve Madden
Rolled a bag off the hip, you would think I'm dancin'
Slappin' girl out the crib, this shit get domestic
Hit cho broad off a pill, fuck her like a savage
Ponder and designer, fuck the bitch in fashion
Catch me rollin'ounces, tryna tie attention
Mark G
Ayy, ayy
A lot of shit to try to throw you off your element
Put that shit up in your hustle and development
Swear these niggas talkin' bullshit ain't relevant
I been poppin' all these tags for the hell of it
I ain't even type to brag, but I was down niggas laugh
I cop a big bag before I give a bitch my last
I'm the muscle in these streets, these niggas don't want me to spaz
Niggas talkin' down on dirty, nigga that's your ass
I'm in a foreign door, foreign shit with a foreign bitch
Been in a corner, I got sirs waitin' for a fix
Bend her over, she won't throw it back, standing up
Bagpultin', better nigga copy, comin' back
Copy Every Graham in the mix
Miss me with it if the profit ain't enough
Stuff me attention in my all black cults
Cough syrup with me, I'ma sell it by the ounce
Sixty metal jackets in AR
I don't hang around, you ain't coppin', I skate off
Tryna get these pounds gone, how that's workin' out
Had to switch the sound, see if I can sell the style
Niggas only act tough when they around a crowd
Choppin' make a n**** brain freeze like wild
I'm a small city nigga, but I got them big racks
Tall lil' baby, she can ride with me, she a flex
You ain't never rolled in a scat
You ain't never spent your last on a pack
These bitches be rats
Why you flexin' with that pack that is nacho cheese
I done did the unbelieve
I'm in the stu drinkin' on this lean
I done threw so many pros, I done fucked so many hoes
I don't even want you around me, you ain't gotten to the pros
Bitch, I cherish the wins, I done took so many losses
Only hang around with me if you on your boss shit
11 out of nickel, fuck around in blitz
Got a script on your bitch, bout to stuff the pills
Stuff the stainless steel, leave a stain still
Will cut a nigga off before I cut a deal
Still sell it all, what kind of sack you on it
Every time you ask the price, I'ma add a number
I hit her from the side, you cash app her money
I smell like Yves Saint Laurent, pickin' up a bundle
My niggas runnin' shit, and we addin' laps
I ended up like Apple, cause I'm sellin' jacks
Ironic in the field, wearin' Steve Madden
Rolled a bag off the hip, you would think I'm dancin'
Slappin' girl out the crib, this shit get domestic
Hit cho broad off a pill, fuck her like a savage
Ponder and designer, fuck the bitch in fashion
Catch me rollin'ounces, tryna tie attention
Mark G
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Writer(s): Markilo Cargle
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