BEST BELIEVE

Best believe my grades wasn't no average
Wasn't no bad kid, I was just damaged
I keep gleek, never let a pussy nigga sneak
Fuck a tweet, you can see me in the streets
This shit ain't sweet, nigga, this ain't trick or treat
Fucked up his teeth, hit that nigga one, two, three

He ain't want that beef, nigga try to scheme
I take off in a Porsche, no, this a horse
We gon' buy a big house, I give you the tour
When they closed the door, I opened up the door

Niggas shootin' from the three, cause they think they Curry
I think I really got range, so I ain't have to worry
I don't really like a girl that be actin' girly
I grew out my hair, now it's back curly

I'm so high off this dope, it got my vision blurry
I been addin' it up and gettin' these back ends
Hop out the whip and terrorize a nigga like Batman
If I want it, bet she gon' let me grab it

If I want it, just know I'ma have to have it
Can't sit still, so I be movin' fast, quick
I keep it tucked so he don't know I have stick
She let me fuck on the first night, then that was it

I hit it from the back, then I caught it quits
She doin' somersaults up in this bitch
I can have my niggas come with a hundred sticks
You want a verse, gon' have to charge you a hundred bricks

My nigga take it easy, and I know he ain't that sleazy
It could get greasy, you might have to pull up with a blicky
Nigga tryna trick me, fuck that nigga, come and get me
She come and get me when she tryna lick me

Aye
She want Fendi, I want Benjis, I don't want a bitch that's friendly
Know these niggas, they gon' envy when you ride around in Bentleys
I been cruisin' in Tesla, I want you and your best friend
Don't you ever question, I'm the truest blessing

I was destined, and you gon' learn your lesson
I'ma keep on steppin', niggas ain't really gon' press shit
I just checked my left wrist, I'm lookin' like the Fresh Prince
I feel like Jimi Hendrix, but with extendo clips



Credits
Writer(s): Devyn Armon Mckinney
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