Best Believe

[Hook]
You fucking with the right one
Best believe I’m ignant
Best believe I’m bout this paper, best believe I get it
Best believe I’ll bat a bitch for fucking up my bidness
Hollered at cha nigga and he with it
You fucking with the right one
Best believe they calling
Best believe they faker than they was the other morning
Best believe I see you bitches it ain’t hard to call it
I know what you selling never bought it
You fucking with the right one

[Verse 1]
These niggas won’t hold me back, these hoes won’t hold me back
50 off on that sales rack it ain’t 10/31 get cha soul back
But you sold that and I’m thinking back, how you blew my line like a Bruno eight
Ball, my place didn’t gravitate said you need that lift didn’t hesitate
To let you float like Georgie do, no losers club I showed love
I came through like a leaky roof and you with the same hoes who shamed you
A complex like the Jackson crew, had to lighten you up at cha photo shoots
Oh, that’s right you brand new, they shopped you, gift wrapped you
I shop me, still sucker free
I rep my hood, you rep the streets
But you ain’t street , yo ass sweet
Got a rap sheet but you ain’t Griselda, acting like you pushed that weight like elders
In a wheelchair, who rolling cameras
Cause we getting punked most white she seen was a total hunk
You wouldn’t put our records out said I came as hard as a cheating spouse
Yo shit was weak so you opted out, ......said you couldn’t let me shine you out
On yo high horse, it ain’t thoroughbred that’s a bootleg
But I’m on game like T, E, or Mature 17 you ain’t what you seem

[Hook]
You fucking with the right one
Best believe I’m ignant
Best believe I’m bout this paper, best believe I get it
Best believe I’ll bat a bitch for fucking up my bidness
Hollered at cha nigga and he with it
You fucking with the right one
Best believe they calling
Best believe they faker than they was the other morning
Best believe I see you bitches it ain’t hard to call it
I know what you selling never bought it
You fucking with the right one

[Verse 2]
Tables turn like vinyls, I switch up the numbers i’m out of reach
Throw the deuce for peace, like I don’t speak pull my hoodie down low then I cross the street
Looking at me like I’m suppose to greet, I just give you more hail (hell) than a rosary
Shit getting hot gotta roll the sleeves, if i gotta blow you off you gon feel the breeze
I see (c) you like b and d, fake love when you step to me
You say that we tight as a crew neck Hanes small cotton white tee
I bring out my toiletries , you with the shit faithfully
I’m airing it out like the front door screen porch lights beam
I gave you that butter on dry toast you took the loaf, you did the most
Demi Moore, you got ghost roll the credits slow
Play the shit one sided like collection plates, then you talk a good game smile and rape the base
That’s a 2 face no Maybelline nigga you ain’t what you seem

[Hook]
You fucking with the right one
Best believe I’m ignant
Best believe I’m bout this paper, best believe I get it
Best believe I’ll bat a bitch for fucking up my bidness
Hollered at cha nigga and he with it
You fucking with the right one
Best believe they calling
Best believe they faker than they was the other morning
Best believe I see you bitches it ain’t hard to call it
I know what you selling never bought it
You fucking with the right one