Woun Believe It ft. CHG2Tones Lyrics

Aye

03 out of gas, I can't switch back to this demon, huh

Runnin right to the bag, get that shit by any means, uh

I done got my badge i NBA 2K16 him huh

I got off my ass and did some shit, you woun believe it, uh

Shorty think I'm sad because I write soliloquies uh

I understand my task, I like to rap while I smoke weed, uh

Put that on my dad, never choose a bitch over my dream, uh

And I forgot my past, looking forward to other things, uh

Excuse me with my best regards, cause half of my shit is hard

And half of my shit in the dark, man, I feel like Juice WRLD

Cause these bitches gon' take every part of happiness on accident

Just spun me right and gave me nausea, I just can't take a shit

Leakin' out my brain and out my mind and out my,

Wait a minute

Switchin' up my songs, they call me Rigamaro

Fahrenheit 450, he talk and I got half a mind to bake his shit

White China 2003, stangy, ain't no G4 Ferrari

Go crazy, when I fight, I'm too hasty

Spider-Man swing like crazy, but I'll never trust a Stacy

No offense to grandmother, she lied on me, those Stacey's babies

No offense to aunts, uncles, I'm might choose my words lightly

I might talk too shady I'm like

03 out of gas, I can't switch back to this demon, huh

Runnin right to the bag, get that shit by any means, uh

I done got my badge i NBA 2K16 him huh

I got off my ass and did some shit, you woun believe it, uh

Shorty think I'm sad because I write soliloquies uh

I understand my task, I like to rap while I smoke weed, uh

Put that on my dad, never choose a bitch over my dream, uh

And I forgot my past, looking forward to other things, uh

Boy, your ass not gangsta, you not Al Capone

But fuck that shit, let's get it on, cause my lil' dawg

He wanna bone, I'll fuck yo' bitches in a home

My ex, bitch, he was fiendin', she can't leave this pipe alone

Crackhead the dick, sometimes I miss the chick

But I can't miss a check, hold on, another text

Some bitch wanna give me neck, but she not next, I'm shootin' craps

Roll a seven, then eleven, bitch, it's me right back

I'm goin' crazy in the trenches, lil' bro, watch the pack

I'm goin' missing in my verses, I ain't comin' back

I put a grudge on top of my heart so I can't get attacked

I put a grudge on top of my soul so I can't get attached

I put yo' pack on top of yo' hat and then I get you whacked

For cap, for cap, for cap

Aye

03 out of gas, I can't switch back to this demon, huh

Runnin right to the bag, get that shit by any means, uh

I done got my badge i NBA 2K16 him huh

I got off my ass and did some shit, you woun believe it, uh

Sorry if you think I'm sad because I write soliloquies uh

I understand my task, I like to rap while I smoke weed, uh

Put that on my dad, never choose a bitch over my dream, uh

And I forgot my past, looki-

And I forgot

And I forgot my past, looki-

Forward to other things huh