Believe It Young Thug

[Intro]
Let me talk to 'em
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[Verse 1]
My lil' homie, he ain't worth a lick
I just keep him on my side for the silly shit
Hunnid thousand in my mouth, got me gigglin'
And you need a gun 'cause this rap game, I'm killin' it
Cut dope, resealin’ it
Cut throat, we killin' shit
All hunnids, half a mill' in it
Actavis with a pill in it
Free Unfoonk, we appealin' it
Yeah, bitch, we appealin' it
Hundreds rounds on a draco, spray his pussy ass way to the ceiling
Octane smellin' like chitlins
Got a bad bitch named Brittany
She hate when I go missin', but that come with pimpin'
Yeah, that come with rich shit
Yeah, that come with appealin'
Yeah, fuck my idol, but this coupe came with no ceilings
Bandana, all red
These all hundreds, you can spread
To these bitches, I'ma act a sped
Then count perfectly like a ed
I'll fill my teachers up with that lead
Going in a purse like, "Who did that?"
Then look around like, "Who did what?"
Then come right home with a check, like bet
Yeah, we was gamblin' on the steps
Yeah, don't beg with me, you don't need no help
Yeah, took a sip of that water, Michael Phelps
Yeah, I was out my mind 'cause they didn't care
Fuck Curly head, nigga
If that was a crime stopper, then you know we gotta pop him
If I catch the bird flu, then you know we gotta cop 'em
We don't know 'bout curfew, trap spot, we don't got a law