​Faith 2

[Intro]
Ooo ooo
Ooo ooo
Ooo ooo
Yeah (Persona!)

[Verse]
Put my faith up in the trap, this bitch so bad
She not a broke bitch, she don't wear Gap
I was just broke down bad, I'm starvin' bitch
I was just thinkin' 'bout cash
Thinkin' 'bout how to get a bag
I'm finna go and get it, AMG windows is tinted
If I said it then I meant it, get killed over digits
He a crash dummy tryna spin over bitches
You a dumbass boy, where yo' head at?
Yeah, my pocket bitch where the deads at
He talkin' shit, shouldn't have said that
I dropped that pinner home, he got his ass whacked
Down in Miami that ass fat
She geeked as fuck, she took a pink fat
Put you in a jet bitch, I can promise you that
Chanell on my body, I'm dripped in that
She wan' slide through and won't drop that bag
Shit, if I knew it then I wouldn't did that
Went and got you that new Maybach
You don't want me baby, then say that
'Cause I got hoes waitin' for the call up
She know bad bitches wanna stalk him
He ain't no killer but the Glock get to talkin'
She gave me the box as soon as I walked in
Pass my brother the Glock like Stock
Give lil' Ish the lo' and I bet that he'll hawk him
He'll drop him, fuck the ho, she a bopper
I been ridin' 'round with the chopper
Yeah, stupid ass bitch, I had blocked her
Don't do no talkin', sip drank in Austin
Fuck the ho, she exhausted, I get money often
Don't come over here, he'll get crossed wit' me
He tried to jugg me, I lost it, still ballin' like Harden
Finna just finish what the fuck I done started
Yeah, widebody bitch, I can't park it
Yeah, we gave yo' brother a target
Thick light skin bitch from Charlotte
I took her to Dove Street Market