Believe Me Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, y'all ain't wanna believe me

You probably won't, probably won't

You probably won't believe me

It ain't been a minute since I smiled

When the last time you prayed

It's been a while, I don't think you really listened

I tried to heal my pain with prescriptions

But that ain't work, heard that they would change

But I ain't listen

My head hurt, bang this bitch until I hear it click

And she wanna come with us, can't come with us

Her nigga trippin

Fuck it on to the next one

Shit, I want the best one

Cali want the cute little yellow bitch that got her hair done

E want, the bitch that tote a Glock a fifty shots & keep her nails done

I'ma swing the rock , if Brodie closer for the slam dunk

I was taught to hit him twice if he flinch

But this bitch got a button on the back

I double tap this it go empty the clip

I ain't worry about what they say, I'm off the hip

I watch my granddaddy turn powder into rock

He look like Jesus when he whip

He talk too much, can't sail the sea what us loose lips will sit to ship

Drop the prices down to flood the city I heard the drop was near

I don't do shit for the internet, no clout, hell of a drug

He just overdosed off hollow shell stuff fentanyl in his slugs

It ain't been a minute since I smiled

When the last time he prayed, it's been a while

I don't think he really listened

I tried to end my pain with prescripts

But that ain't work

Heard that they would change, but I ain't listen

My hair, burn this bitch until I hear it click

And she wanna come with us, can't come with us

Her nigga tripped

Walk it on to the next one

Shit, I want the best one

Callie want the cute little yellow bitch that got her hair done

D-Wan, the bitch that told the Glock a fifty shots to keep her nails done

I'ma swing a rock if Brodie closer for the slam dunk

I done sold it all from clothes to hoes just like my uncle nem

Get too close to this car, I'm out the back, you gon' hear dun-dun-dun

Brodie them some hood track stars so you can't run from them

Might as well just bang it out, one of us gon' make it out

I just hold these verses for my mommy in the big house

Daughter ain't gon' want for shit, make sure that my brother straight

My shorty bank account should never see less than a hundred K

Granny, no, I'm sorry, I ain't even check on you

Tell me what to do

I've been lost since you left and you ain't even really gone yet

Conversations tend to get deeper when I'm alone

You can't hide from the truth when you're facing it on your own

It ain't been a minute since I smiled

When the last time you prayed, it's been a while

I don't think you really listened

I tried to heal my pain with prescripts

But that didn't work

Heard that they would change, but I ain't listen

My hair, it banged this bitch until I hear it click

And she wanna come with us, can't come with us, her nigga trippin

Fuck it on to the next one, shit, I want the best one

Cali want the cute little yellow bitch that got her hair done

E Wan, the bitch that told the Glock a fifty shots to keep her nails done

I'ma swing a rock if closer for the slam dunk

I was told to hit him twice if he flinch