Don't Believe Me
Don't believe me shit I ain't getting money boy
You ain't seen enough these guns too much
Boy don't get paranoid, your squad a flock of birds
Where they feathers boy better get your money up
Because this year ain't no tellin' boy
Don't believe me shit I been getting money boy
You ain't seen enough that's when these guns a change your color boy
A red dot, leave your ass in public boy
I hear you with the feds
Ain't no talking, ain't no serving boy
I'm from O'Block where them shooters come discover boy
Fucking with my squad I bet all your shooters paranoid
We robbin' plugs my connects speak Spanish boy
We can set up shop on the block let's get some money boy
Let talk some sense is your money ever coming boy
Heard my niggas broke that shit a joke we ain't them other boys
This hoes make you wonder I don't love them boy
I be about my money don't believe me we can start a riot
Money got me talking to the birds that's what's up
You niggas all pigeons better get your money up
It's a ten way on my line boy this money got me stuck
I fuck a lot hoes but I still can't get enough
It's that time off the day
When these niggas start bitching
I put money over hoes so you I ain't trippin'
Got a crate full of guns so you know the block trippin'
You be missin' all your funds if my money show the difference
Your bitches is average you claim to be a savage
But you ain't did shit in the streets
You claim you ballin' your money don't look taller
These guns'll leave dead in the streets
You ain't seen enough these guns too much
Boy don't get paranoid, your squad a flock of birds
Where they feathers boy better get your money up
Because this year ain't no tellin' boy
Don't believe me shit I been getting money boy
You ain't seen enough that's when these guns a change your color boy
A red dot, leave your ass in public boy
I hear you with the feds
Ain't no talking, ain't no serving boy
I'm from O'Block where them shooters come discover boy
Fucking with my squad I bet all your shooters paranoid
We robbin' plugs my connects speak Spanish boy
We can set up shop on the block let's get some money boy
Let talk some sense is your money ever coming boy
Heard my niggas broke that shit a joke we ain't them other boys
This hoes make you wonder I don't love them boy
I be about my money don't believe me we can start a riot
Money got me talking to the birds that's what's up
You niggas all pigeons better get your money up
It's a ten way on my line boy this money got me stuck
I fuck a lot hoes but I still can't get enough
It's that time off the day
When these niggas start bitching
I put money over hoes so you I ain't trippin'
Got a crate full of guns so you know the block trippin'
You be missin' all your funds if my money show the difference
Your bitches is average you claim to be a savage
But you ain't did shit in the streets
You claim you ballin' your money don't look taller
These guns'll leave dead in the streets
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Writer(s): 0, Sadiki Thirston
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