Unbelieve ft. DiirtyLow Lyrics

Energy make this one

Ayy, ayy

A lot of shit to try to throw you off your element

Put that shit up in your hustle and development

Swear these niggas talkin' bullshit ain't relevant

I been poppin' all these tags for the hell of it

I ain't even type to brag, but I was down niggas laugh

I cop a big bag before I give a bitch my last

I'm the muscle in these streets, these niggas don't want me to spaz

Niggas talkin' down on dirty, nigga that's your ass

I'm in a foreign door, foreign shit with a foreign bitch

Been in a corner, I got sirs waitin' for a fix

Bend her over, she won't throw it back, standing up

Bagpultin', better nigga copy, comin' back

Copy Every Graham in the mix

Miss me with it if the profit ain't enough

Stuff me attention in my all black cults

Cough syrup with me, I'ma sell it by the ounce

Sixty metal jackets in AR

I don't hang around, you ain't coppin', I skate off

Tryna get these pounds gone, how that's workin' out

Had to switch the sound, see if I can sell the style

Niggas only act tough when they around a crowd

Choppin' make a n**** brain freeze like wild

I'm a small city nigga, but I got them big racks

Tall lil' baby, she can ride with me, she a flex

You ain't never rolled in a scat

You ain't never spent your last on a pack

These bitches be rats

Why you flexin' with that pack that is nacho cheese

I done did the unbelieve

I'm in the stu drinkin' on this lean

I done threw so many pros, I done fucked so many hoes

I don't even want you around me, you ain't gotten to the pros

Bitch, I cherish the wins, I done took so many losses

Only hang around with me if you on your boss shit

11 out of nickel, fuck around in blitz

Got a script on your bitch, bout to stuff the pills

Stuff the stainless steel, leave a stain still

Will cut a nigga off before I cut a deal

Still sell it all, what kind of sack you on it

Every time you ask the price, I'ma add a number

I hit her from the side, you cash app her money

I smell like Yves Saint Laurent, pickin' up a bundle

My niggas runnin' shit, and we addin' laps

I ended up like Apple, cause I'm sellin' jacks

Ironic in the field, wearin' Steve Madden

Rolled a bag off the hip, you would think I'm dancin'

Slappin' girl out the crib, this shit get domestic

Hit cho broad off a pill, fuck her like a savage

Ponder and designer, fuck the bitch in fashion

Catch me rollin'ounces, tryna tie attention

Mark G