Believe

I can’t believe you because I trust you
You are so see through because I love you
I fell in love with the drugs and the hustle
But I do not need you, so I fuck you

I ran my Gwaup up, Slide in marauders
I keep that Glock up, Feds trying to clock up
I keep that pole on me everywhere I go
I got a bankroll, It ain’t gon fold
I’m off too many drugs, and i’m moving slow
Got a Gucci belt on me, It hold up my pole
I’m rocking designer from head to toe
I’m fucking your bitch
She ain’t gon ever come home
Ouu, I tote a poll, if you ain’t know
Trapping with bro count all this dough
These niggas be broke, these bitch be hoes
Might cop me an O, and flip it and go

I can’t believe you because I trust you
You are so see through because I love you
I fell in love with the drugs and the hustle
But I do not need you, so I fuck you

Off the drugs, they never end
I got your bitch -