I Believe U (feat. Tripstar)

Turn me up YC (Turn me up YC) (Turn me up YC) Ayy, grab that, grab the scale Get them bags over there, put this shit on it, let's go We ain't got all day, man (yeah, yeah) (go) I was makin' plays if you ever seen me runnin' (I believe) What I served my J, it's gon' leave his nose runnin' (raw) Fuck it, murder was the case, I gave my lawyer another hundred (here) You can never be too safe, so why your chopper in the trunk? (Too much lackin') I let 'em feel like they got away, they just get by (true) If she say that you the only one that's fuckin', she a lie (where you at now?) Standin' over the stove, tryna whip a pie (prices high) Bye-bye if you ain't tryna buy a brick or pound (no hablo inglés), woah Smokin', gettin' a manicure, the struggle build my character (woah) 75K in each ear, lil' boy, get your carats up (one-fifty) Wockesha, that's all I pour inside my cup, look lavender (purple) Them talkin' ain't stop no money, so it ain't affect us (woah) Got enough Cubans on, I ain't tryna link with no nigga (tryna link with no nigga) I don't give a fuck they had some Act', I still wouldn't drink with no niggas (still won't sip with no nigga) Where I'm from, you up a hundred, they look at you like that nigga (crazy) Just 'cause you told me 'bout bodies don't mean I believe you, my nigga (know what's up with you) If you ever seen me runnin', it was probably off on the plug (gone) She like, "Mm-mm, boy, you toxic, but that's the shit that I love" (me too) I'm pulled over with the hazards, makin' plays on the E-way (rushin') Operation smooth, I won't even talk on a prepay (go) I was makin' plays if you ever seen me runnin' (I believe) What I served my J, it's gon' leave his nose runnin' (raw) Fuck it, murder was the case, I gave my lawyer another hundred (here) You can never be too safe, so why your chopper in the trunk? (Too much lackin') I let 'em feel like they got away, they just get by (true) If she say that you the only one that's fuckin', she a lie (where you at now?) Standin' over the stove, tryna whip a pie (prices high) Bye-bye if you ain't tryna buy a brick or pound (no hablo inglés) Woah, yeah Pour up the drink, a hundred pounds, ain't mixin' it Send the regular OG back, baggin' up exotic packs, woah Four forty-eight, plus them fifteen grams You know how much a turkey bag weigh? (What?) He sent them bales, they overweight, woah (yeah) Can't stop until I'm overpaid, these niggas overrated Caught a flight, he got delayed, my trap be jumpin', Chick-fil-A Woah, stamped down the middle, I break down a brick a day, yeah Probably charge you Kanye, yeah, three-fifty for a- I was makin' plays if you ever seen me runnin' (I believe) What I served my J, it's gon' leave his nose runnin' (raw) Fuck it, murder was the case, I gave my lawyer another hundred (here) You can never be too safe, so why your chopper in the trunk? (Too much lackin') I let 'em feel like they got away, they just get by (true) If she say that you the only one that's fuckin', she a lie (where you at now?) Standin' over the stove, tryna whip a pie (prices high) Bye-bye if you ain't tryna buy a brick or pound (no hablo inglés)