Believer

[Chorus: ericdoa] I turned a bad bitch, to a believer [Come at me?] shame like I'm having a seizure I'm fuckin' 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 [Verse 1: ericdoa] For the money, I'm up, I'm eager Talk bread when you ask for a feature Blowin' up, lil' bitch like a creeper Said he got a homie, yo homie a dealer You didn't say lil bitch got a fever She eat dick, I gotta feed her I'm alone, I don't need her Up 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 shit 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 Neilaworld, yeah we bought the whole store She see the CD, that's Christian Dior I step into Guess, yeah I call that shit gore [Bridge] Call that shit gore Call that shit gore Christian Dior Christian Dior [Chorus: ericdoa] I turned a bad bitch, to a believer [?] like I'm having a seizure I'm fuckin' 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 [Verse 2: Sportvvs] 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 Anita 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 him a slimey 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' nigga 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 nigga, I'm feelin like [?] I just walked in with [?], she all on my dick, 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 bitch, 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 [Chorus: ericdoa] I turned a bad bitch, to a believer [?] like I'm having a seizure I'm fuckin' 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 bitch, to a believer [?] like I'm having a seizure I'm fuckin' 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