Lyrics to Gotta Believe
I’m gonna blow Y-yeah you gotta believe me
You is for show Y-yeah you nothing for these streets
She is a hoe Y-yeah you know she for these streets
I’m gonna show how I am a beast
Sliding god I’ma need your guidance
Caught him lacking we shot him in silence
See them big racks I’m popping
Rocking them shums I’m style
Pop a perk got me wilding (yeah)
It’s time to work yeah they got me tired (yeah)
It’s not gon work she is a liar
I’m gonna blow Y-yeah you gotta believe me
You is for show Y-yeah you nothing for these streets
She is a hoe Y-yеah you know she for these streets
I’m gonna show how I am a bеast
I’m gonna blow Y-yeah you gotta believe me
You is for show Y-yeah you nothing for these streets
She is a hoe Y-yeah you know she for these streets
I’m gonna show how I am a beast
I think you getting now I’m riding in that rari
Get out the way I’m not saying sorry
I’m getting paid full for that body
She keep playing games just like a Nintendo
You know where I be I’m at the gang party
Why she here shape with that body
She low key built like a barbie doll (Not ok at all)
All in her mouth like her all (yeah you looking drawled)
He said he better than me not at all
He talking down we can’t go ball I’m better that’s a law
Shit make it ball my rack standing they tall
Yeah this the last time, you play with my heart yeah that’s bad time (yeah throw heart that’s bad signs)
Yeah that bitch got a fat line
Talking down yeah they keep quiet
Said he got racks know he lying (Gang)
You know I’m slime ysl
Dogging that bitch then I’m wishing her well
I just threw it big bro yeah we like Kennan and Kel
They see the LV on the belt
I don’t give a fuck on my face you can tell
That nigga ain’t beating his self
Lil bro got a uzi he gave him the shells
I make a hit then a classic put them bitchs right on the shelf
I feel in love with the baddest swimming in that bitch Michael Phelps
Not really in not overchating
Y’all in love with hearing y’all self
And she so dramatic so she brought her friend for some help
I’m like damn make it to prom pull up in a lamb
I do what I want you do what you can
Yeah he was a snake he turned to a fan
Bitch feed yo kids you hate on the gram
Worried bout me how you say you a man
I only smoke when I’m stuck in a jam
Bitch that’s your life you don't understand
After a minute she on them 30s popping xans on the weekend
Girl I do not love you I can cap, I can pretend
Don’t know my name you want my gat you be leaching
How the fuck you breathing
Baby how you breathing, baby how you breathing
How the fuck you breathing
She still on the ceiling
I’m gonna blow Y-yeah you gotta believe me
You is for show Y-yeah you nothing for these streets
She is a hoe Y-yeah you know she for these streets
I’m gonna show how I am a beast
I’m gonna blow Y-yeah you gotta believe me
You is for show Y-yeah you nothing for these streets
She is a hoe Y-yeah you know she for these streets
I’m gonna show how I am a beast
You is for show Y-yeah you nothing for these streets
She is a hoe Y-yeah you know she for these streets
I’m gonna show how I am a beast
Sliding god I’ma need your guidance
Caught him lacking we shot him in silence
See them big racks I’m popping
Rocking them shums I’m style
Pop a perk got me wilding (yeah)
It’s time to work yeah they got me tired (yeah)
It’s not gon work she is a liar
I’m gonna blow Y-yeah you gotta believe me
You is for show Y-yeah you nothing for these streets
She is a hoe Y-yеah you know she for these streets
I’m gonna show how I am a bеast
I’m gonna blow Y-yeah you gotta believe me
You is for show Y-yeah you nothing for these streets
She is a hoe Y-yeah you know she for these streets
I’m gonna show how I am a beast
I think you getting now I’m riding in that rari
Get out the way I’m not saying sorry
I’m getting paid full for that body
She keep playing games just like a Nintendo
You know where I be I’m at the gang party
Why she here shape with that body
She low key built like a barbie doll (Not ok at all)
All in her mouth like her all (yeah you looking drawled)
He said he better than me not at all
He talking down we can’t go ball I’m better that’s a law
Shit make it ball my rack standing they tall
Yeah this the last time, you play with my heart yeah that’s bad time (yeah throw heart that’s bad signs)
Yeah that bitch got a fat line
Talking down yeah they keep quiet
Said he got racks know he lying (Gang)
You know I’m slime ysl
Dogging that bitch then I’m wishing her well
I just threw it big bro yeah we like Kennan and Kel
They see the LV on the belt
I don’t give a fuck on my face you can tell
That nigga ain’t beating his self
Lil bro got a uzi he gave him the shells
I make a hit then a classic put them bitchs right on the shelf
I feel in love with the baddest swimming in that bitch Michael Phelps
Not really in not overchating
Y’all in love with hearing y’all self
And she so dramatic so she brought her friend for some help
I’m like damn make it to prom pull up in a lamb
I do what I want you do what you can
Yeah he was a snake he turned to a fan
Bitch feed yo kids you hate on the gram
Worried bout me how you say you a man
I only smoke when I’m stuck in a jam
Bitch that’s your life you don't understand
After a minute she on them 30s popping xans on the weekend
Girl I do not love you I can cap, I can pretend
Don’t know my name you want my gat you be leaching
How the fuck you breathing
Baby how you breathing, baby how you breathing
How the fuck you breathing
She still on the ceiling
I’m gonna blow Y-yeah you gotta believe me
You is for show Y-yeah you nothing for these streets
She is a hoe Y-yeah you know she for these streets
I’m gonna show how I am a beast
I’m gonna blow Y-yeah you gotta believe me
You is for show Y-yeah you nothing for these streets
She is a hoe Y-yeah you know she for these streets
I’m gonna show how I am a beast
