I believe it

I believe it
Got bongs, bongs
Something to hurt

Nigga, let me gas up, let me gas up
I done got my cash up, got a thick bitch with her ass up
If you mention that, she better tag us, she better tag me
'Cause I'm throwing all these punchlines, like I'm tryna knock out Ali
And these niggas know where they can find me, I ain't hiding
But my DM I ain't replying, and your bitch still lying
And your bitch still trying, when a creep on the weekend

Wanna the fuck with a nigga that got most hands?
Wanna the fuck with a nigga that be juke
She like niggas that take care of they children
She like niggas that ride around with that weapon
She like niggas that got more kicks than TEC

Okay, temperature I'm checkin', bitch, I'm big steppin'
Don't dare to come walk in my section
Don't dare because it's really not no exit
And if you broke, then I really don't respect it
And if you broke, then I really gotta believe it
Niggas talkin' about that money, but we really never see it
With your bitch in the morning, you can have her bought dinner
And I be sliding with this hammer like I'm tryna hang pictures

She got hit by my balls, I'm the picture
I only fucked one time, I was off the liquor
Then I fucked her sister, yes, the bitch was thicker
Thicker than a snicker, I really kinda miss her

Hold on, nigga, bring this beat back, bring this beat back
Nigga, this a heat check like Shaq when he brought the Heat back
You a pimp, nigga, where your feet's at? Where your feet's?
You ain't got no bitches walking down the blade
Beating up the streets, beating up them feet
You ain't got no bitches dumping off lows, bringing that bag while you sleep
You ain't got no bitches up in the street, they ain't beating up the concrete
And don't think this shit's sweet, this is chess, not checkers
I left the bitch