Wouldn't Believe It

[Intro]

Buckroll on the beat

[Chorus]

I bet if I tell you it all you wouldn't believe it

Pull up and fuck and I'm gone, lately how I'm feelin'

I ain't on breakin' your heart, keepin' all these secrets

We meant to be fuckin' baby, you know what the deal is

This ain't no feelings

Why you jumpin' in the deep end?

All that money on me I fell in love with the weekend

I was with my niggas, now they locked up, can you free them?

Livin' in this jungle, everyday I pray for freedom

I'ma keep it real with you, baby, 'cause I'm a realist

And all my real niggas 'round the world, I know they feel this

I'ma chase that money, that drama shit, I don't need this

Do this for my mumma, my people, I'm on some Meek shit

I was on the corner, sellin' fiends, I had to cheek shit

Now she see me livin' on some 5-star suite shit

Drippy like a baller baby, you know how we keep shit

I fly you to the islands on some fuckin' Middle East shit

It's zone season

[Verse]

They thought that I'd be finished and quittin' they got it wrong

Keep your eyes on the mission and don't let nobody stall you

I been on the ropes and tryna get it since a youngin

So I don't call the money, I just let that money call you

Fucked up the re-up many times, I never fall through

Stressin' 'bout that money, happy that's a bag of old news

Funny how they change on you when talkin' 'bout the old you

The only time them niggas turn you back is when they owe you

Told them niggas I don't trust you as far as I throw you

I'm goin' Super Saiyan on these niggas like I'm Goku

Can't tell you the loud and know the liquor that I go tru'

All the bad bitches I just hit and never spoke to, man I got no clue

All this shit that's in my life, I've been tryna show you

I ain't really been the type but I'm getting round to it

She gone fuck me every night, hit the spliff on round two

[Chorus]

I bet if I tell you it all you wouldn't believe it

Pull up and fuck and I'm gone, lately how I'm feelin'

I ain't on breakin' your heart, keepin' all these secrets

We meant to be fuckin' baby, you know what the deal is

This ain't no feelings

Why you jumpin' in the deep end?

All that money on me I fell in love with the weekend

I was with my niggas, now they locked up, can you free them?

Livin' in this jungle, everyday I pray for freedom

I'ma keep it real with you, baby, 'cause I'm a realist

And all my real niggas 'round the world, I know they feel this

I'ma chase that money, that drama shit, I don't need this

Do this for my mumma, my people, I'm on some Meek shit

I was on the corner, sellin' fiends, I had to cheek shit

Now she see me livin' on some 5-star suite shit

Drippy like a baller baby, you know how we keep shit

I fly you to the islands on some fuckin' Middle East shit

It's zone season