alois, bigbabygucci & austin skinner - believe it lyrics
[intro]
(you know who tf made it)
[chorus: alois & austin skinner]
yeah, yeah, i got ring—rings
car got b+tterfly wings
i got hundreds
you know it’s all on me
say you love it
you love everything
got a big chopper
make that b+tch sing
yeah, where the f+ck we goin’?
leave that murder scene
when i’m goin’ home
hear them tires screech
on my twin, the f+ck we doin’, we kept between you and me
what i’m shooting from, we have a brand+new make+believe+it (go, go), uh+uh+uh
[verse 1: austin skinner]
okay, bae, go
not finna play, we in that modе
hit him with that stick, it’s hot like stove
i’m in that freeway, i’m still rollin’
i go to l.a. on all my dope, yеah
i be rollin’ ’til tomorrow, yeah
stick pop out, put that sh+t in my coat
i’m on the k9, i’m on go
countin’ up bread like, “holy toast”
i’m outside, this stick got tote
i’m tryna pop percs with the pope
i’m on they neck, that lil’ boy choke
i’m booted up, bi’h, not a coat
got some pop for this drop at the store
sippin’ on drank like i got a cold
i might go strike on that boy like i’m bowling
got him leaking, looking like i’m a donor
shots to the head, put that boy in a coma
i’m not f+ckin’ with these n+ggas, they phony
count the cash up, only way that i know
[?] my racks out the [?]
if you not talkin’ money then i’m gone
[chorus: alois]
yeah, yeah, i got ring—rings
car got b+tterfly wings
i got hundreds
you know it’s all on me
say you love it
you love everything
got a big chopper
make that b+tch sing
yeah, where the f+ck we goin’?
leave that murder scene
when i’m goin’ home
hear them tires screech
on my twin, the f+ck we doin’, we kept between you and me
what i’m shooting from, we have a brand+new make+believe+it
[verse 2: bigbabygucci]
ayy (ayy), uh, make believe
she suck me up and i’m making her leave
come patch him up ’cause i’m making him bleed
lil’ shawty keep calling, come take it for me
uh, i’m on it
we got them bricks like a tunnel
i see that ho like a sponsor
he hate on my bag, he fumbled
too many mags, we comin’ to dump
we drivin’ fast, i’m sorry [?]
hey, you
we ’boutta trap out the roof
hop out a big+body coupe
i hit a hundred, not spillin’ my juice
diamonds be fightin’ like they on zeus
you is the topic if they won’t choose
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