On The Bible

[Intro: Robin Knaak]
If you'd only believe, believe
If you'd only believe, believe, in me
If you'd only believe, believe
If you'd only believe, believe, yeah ([?] Larry on the beat)

[Chorus: Brezden]
Oh
Don't never believe what they talkin' (No)
I get on that beat and I walk (Let's go)
Don't ever believe what thеy-
Okay, let's go, yeah
Don't nevеr believe what they talkin' (No)
I get on that beat and I walk (Let's go)
Don't ever believe what they-
Okay, let's go

[Verse: Brezden]
She sippin' water, she mixed it with Molly (Yeah)
I'm facin' woods, I ain't talkin' 'bout Dolly (Nah)
I stuff a 'wood, that bitch full of exotic (Exotic)
I wipe his nose if he actin' too snotty
I pop a Perc, then I geek out my body (I'm geeked)
I'm on alert, ridin' low with a shotty
I pour a four in Toronto for Scotti
We just gotta both finna blow up biscotti
She off the X and she shakin' her body
My plug havin' white, in Atlanta like Roddy
Woah, he run a play just like stop and go
[?] go like I came outta Pompano
Bitch, I'm up, I can't fuck with a side-y ho
In that dress, make 'em drop like a domino
Yeah, that Drac' don't play, huh, okay
That Drac' finna punch like a heavyweight champ' (Yeah)
I'm high as the fuck, like I just jumped up a ramp
Bitch, I'm the one, got 'em sayin' it's stamp
Bitch, I'm rockin' all black like a motherfuckin' vamp
Damn, I keep a K like I'm Kado
I'm crackin' [Cas'/cost?], super nice with the scams
I'm makin' plays and it feel like I'm Cam
Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T., and the rest of them lambs
[?], I pass a 'wood to my brother
I'm ballin' hard like I play at the Rucker
Flirt wit' yo' bitch, but I'm not finna fuck her
She suckin' dick like a motherfuckin' sucker
Damn, she geekin' up off her upper
I'm pourin' up, I'm a real double cupper ([?] Larry on the beat)
Hit her from the back like I fucked up her bumper
No, I do not fuck with these motherfuckers (Let's go)
Yeah, I'm makin' hits like a batter
Grow hard as I can, then climb up the ladder
Whole lotta cake, I'ma motherfuckin' platter
Got Codiene inside of my motherfuckin' bladder
No, connection still workin', got data (Yeah)
I'm the best, you can go check the data
Run up on me, your brain finna splatter (Glrrah)
I'm too high, I can't hear all the chatter
My pockets too skinny but they gettin' fatter
Don't trip 'bout a bitch 'cause they don't even matter
[?] the hit the lights, hit the gas and I scatter
Fire head bitch and she lookin' like Jadah
I meant to say Jada (Ayy, ayy), I'm finna blow it, okay?
That chop' got a scope and a laser
Bitch, I got flavor, I take her home and amaze her
She say I'm sharp as a razor (On God)
Glock nineteen, I'm not tottin' a taser
If you play, you get put in the tube like a Raider
Ayy, chopstick rusty, it's lookin' like Mater
I just ordered a burger, can you hold the tomatoes?
Never mind, I want want some motherfuckin' chicken and waffles
I take yo' bitch home to my dickie and swallow
I'm rockin' bust, I'm not rockin' no goggles
I'm sippin' Wock', I don't sip out no bottle
You fuckin' fat bitches, ain't fuck with models (Eugh!)
I dunk a bitch like the Big Aristotle
Freestylin' some' so I don't got a title
They ridin' my wave, I ain't talkin' 'bout Tidal
That bitch a freak, she cannot be my bridal
In Tennessee, callin' plays like I'm Heupel
Yeah, I'm ballin' hard like I'm Michael
Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T., I put that on the Bible (On God)

[Outro: Robin Knaak]
If you'd only believe, believe
If you'd only believe, believe, in me
If you'd only believe, believe
If you'd only believe, believe, yeah ([?] Larry on the beat)