Believe Me Lyrics

You wanna get me cuz you know I got it Then come and see me if you really bout it

And you don't deny it it ain't gon' be easy

I dare you to try it better move in silence

It's churches how I do 'em greasy

You niggas be wildin' there's no point in

Hiding You better believe me

I up the ante on these niggas It cost more to play

Every day we move that heavyweight that Daniel Cormier

Playing with my chicken the drum leave him

flat

Or we could cut him like filet

Shit easy and ruthless But the silencers sound like Michel'le

Line him up like a game closer one shot (bang)

Game over Sig after Sig chain smoker big body

Range Rover cup empty hangover

If you would've put in the work you could've came closer

You a lame where you hang We come get anybody with a name that know you

I be going through some things sometimes I wanna cry

But they say that ain't G then they say that's not me

So underneath you can't fuck with me or catch something sweet

Big sub the teacher's sick

What I reach for a spit and I keep a blick

Put a bullet in his microwaves and I can heat your shit

What I make up I can beat your shit

Off the bat eat a dick

I can show you how that fire work cause we get lit

Boy I need a hundred K not a hundred friends

That 50 round drum done hit many men

They wanna get me cause you know I got it

Then come and see me we really bout it And you don't deny it

It ain't gonna be easy I dare you to try it

Better move in silence

this churches how I do 'em greasy

You niggas be wildin' there's no point in hiding

Better believe me

Machine with me like wik wiki

Blowing sticky like a Semtex

I got it off the muscle you can tell when we flex

Twin tecs

leave a hole clearer than windex

I do this for my daughter that's my princess

That's who I impress nigga you did less

I leave them stressed 30 on each side like a bench press

We can package and ship off better than FedEx

When you don't bring shit to the table you get fed less

Any label want me on it then where them Millies at

Shawty trash even the sex dead necrophiliac

Real ain't real I bring that feeling back

No movement but still he wack

Niggas certified pussy but still he act

Like he chopping bricks you ain't no sensei

You owe me Tuesday we get you Tuesday ain't no Wednesday

What I make by tonight is what you did in ten days

That thing I ride with for the smoke it's not for display

Big-headed inflate I'm an outcast

What this grill cost the big boy 3K

Demons in my ear and he just tell me things

Trust me it ain't the songs the angels in the heavens

Weather man I can make it rain

You wanna get me cause you know I got it

Then come and see me you really bout it

And you don't deny it it ain't gon' be easy

I dare you to try it better move in silence

This churches how I do em greasy

You niggas be wildin' theres no point in hiding

You better believe me

I collect