Lyrics Believer by ​ericdoa

I turned a bad b*t*h, to a believer
shame like I'm having a seizure
I'm f**kin' her once, ion need her
Sip sweet, margarita
Goin' fast yeah I'm breaking the meter
Smokin' cannabis straight out the beacon
I can't link if I know you're tweakin'
In the party, got blood on my sneakers

For the money, I'm up, I'm eager
Talk bread when you ask for a feature
Blowin' up, lil' b*t*h like a creeper
Said he got a homie, yo homie a dealer
You didn't say lil b*t*h got a fever
She eat d**k, I gotta feed her
I'm alone, I don't need her
to the money I changed my demeanor
Whatchu doin' you not doin' it right
Callin' sport and you know he gon' slide
Baby Glock, it don't matter the size
Only money moves, I'm makin' strides
In the Beamer coupe had a Glock
Down bad, yeah your card got declined
Slidin' with straight and slidin' with pride
Mess with my brothers, y'all gonna die
Goin' up, yeah this sh*t is a breeze
I get to the money, I get it with ease
Sound like a cop, makin' em freeze
You lookin' for work, then it ain't comin' free
Big blade, yeah I'm lookin' for war
New world, yeah we bought the whole store
She see the CD, that's Christian Dior
I step into Guess, yeah I call that sh*t gore
Call that sh*t gore
Call that sh*t gore
Christian Dior
Christian Dior

I turned a bad b*t*h, to a believer
like I'm having a seizure
I'm f**kin' her once, ion need her
Sip sweet, margarita
Goin' fast yeah I'm breaking the meter
Smokin' cannabis straight out the beacon
I can't link if I know you're tweakin'
In the party, got blood on my sneakers

My bro got good lean by the liter
She talkin' down then I gotta delete her
Sayonara, yeah I won't wanna be her
I got that choppa, it sing like a [?]
She blowin' my phone, so I turn off the ringer
This MAC on my hip, it come hot like fajitas
I'm the star of the game, and that boy on the bleachers
She is a thot for the team, you can keep her (Yeah)
I gotta choppa, gon' blow like a whistle
We gon make [?] he might need a tissue
That choppa got lips, it's gon' pucker and kiss you
I feel like a teacher cause I'm gon' dismiss you
The way I've been rappin', it sound like a riddle
He claimin' he hard, but he sweet like a Skittle
Just like he Malcolm, get hit in the middle
He think that he big, but that lil' n***a little
I'm swervin this bit back, it's a Bugatti Veyron
The size of these bullets, they look like a crayon
I go hard for my warriors, feelin' like Draymond
Feel like that n***a, I'm feelin like [?]
I just walked in with [?], she all on my d**k, and she ask for a pic', but she can't take a flip
My bro got that choppa, he shoot off the rip
I feel like that lil' baby got too much drip
He playin' with me, he get hit with the stick
Better not let me catch him talkin' out his lip
My shoes, they be tied, so I cannot trip
He tweak off a b*t*h, need to get a grip
She stay on my body, suck me like a tick
A lotta blue hunnids, but I'm not a crip
I see all the money, now I gotta itch
There's too many hoes, now I gotta pick
I turned a bad b*t*h, to a believer
like I'm having a seizure
I'm f**kin' her once, ion need her
Sip sweet, margarita
Goin' fast yeah I'm breaking the meter
Smokin' cannabis straight out the beacon
I can't link if I know you're tweakin'
In the party, got blood on my sneakers
I turned a bad b*t*h, to a believer
like I'm having a seizure
I'm f**kin' her once, ion need her
Sip sweet, margarita
Goin' fast yeah I'm breaking the meter
Smokin' cannabis straight out the beacon
I can't link if I know you're tweakin'
In the party, got blood on my sneaker