Hard To Believe

[Intro: Austin Skinner]
Bow, bow, bow
Light it up, Lucca

[Chorus: Austin Skinner]
Yeah, I'm goin' hard on my leave (I'm goin' hard)
Huh, say you ballin', uh, hard to believe (Hard to believe)
Big ol' drum, comin' for you, it gon' hit your spleen (Hit your spleen)
Throwing ones at these bitches, then we make 'em leave (Make 'em leave)

[Verse 1: Austin Skinner]
I'm at Herman's, I can't fuck up on no broke bitch (Oh-no-nah)
I'ma need another one before I go in (Another one)
Brought her to the Mariot, now she soaking (Soaking)
And that 30 in my system got me so bent (Bow)
I'm not going out now, sad, I got Prada on my back
Big chopper up in that whip
Swear to God, that bitch gon' blast
I might just put that bitch on blast (Yeah)
Fuck it, I came in for my racks (Yeah)
Bro got a pack coming through the mail (Woah)
High as hell, walking out of Sak's (Yeah)
Uh, uh (Uh), got me a bitch, she a trophy
I'm with my niggas, we so deep
Coffee cream, yeah, four seats (Yeah)
I be driving by my lonely (Woah)
In the Benz, like it own me (Yeah)
New bitch want it, only (Yeah)
Sippin' drank with my OG (Yeah)
I'm not loyal to these bitches, 'less I give her a ring (Give her a ring)
Say that we transport that dope, like it's [?]
I got 50 in my drum, I'ma let it sing (Let it-bow)
I been getting to them funds, seen your jealousy (Jealousy)

[Verse 2: Anx]
I might just sit back and watch (What?)
I just been livin' it up
I don't drop bags on no thots (Yeah)
Why she be all on my cock? (Yeah)
She saw me moving around (Yeah)
Fake dogs, we put in the pound
I'm making moves with our sound (Shh)
Talking shit, we get loud (Bow)
I'm not her man but I'm on my way to go hit (Go hit)
Two bands on the floor, lookin' like I stole it (I stole it)
Double A's up on the track, we finna go in (Yeah, yeah)
Need a bag to cop a track, but your man be broken
Yeah, she saw me flex up (Woah)
She was on the red cup (What?)
Two girls found the meta (Yeah)
Think I need a check up
Pray my boys, we bless up (Woah)
Talking shit, we pull up
You a lame, you fuck up (What?)
You can't party with us
Ice 'em up, you can't front
Hit her with the top down
Makin' my moves, they feelin' abused
But never wanna see me up
But it's alright, I caught a flight
Getting fucked up in the sky
Brand new whip, got four-wheel drive (Skrt)
Yeah, they hate it when I'm high

[Chorus: Austin Skinner & Anx]
Yeah, I'm goin' hard on my leave (I'm goin' hard)
Woah, say he was ballin', uh, hard to believe (Hard to believe)
Big ol' drum, comin' for you, it gon' hit your spleen (Hit your spleen)
Throwing ones at these bitches, we gon' make her leave
(Lucca)