Wouldn’t Believe

[Chorus: Luhh Dyl]
You wouldn't believe if I showed you my savings
She still wouldn't leave if I told her I hate her
I wouldn't be here if I didn't have the haters
Shout out the haters, the reason I made it (Thank you, Timmy boy)
They like, "Dyl, how you feel?" Like I ain't made it
They like, "Dyl, how you feel, you don't feel famous?" (This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
Hell nah, I'm just gettin' to the paper

[Verse 1: Luhh Dyl]
I feel God teachin' me patience
Gotta calm bro down, he been tryna work on his anger
I been tried to tell him quit bankin'
I been tried to tell him stop buyin' these clothes and buy acres (Uh-huh)
And lately been pushin' the peace, but a nigga act dumb, then his ass As-salamu alaykum
Have Mo and them put him in shankles
Put duck tape 'round him and have him leave nothin' but ankles (Slow down)
That's enough 'bout that, see this chain? You'll get touched 'bout that
Don't trip when I spin, one shot in his back
Don't window shop no more, go straight to the back
Hopped straight in the game and went straight to the max
I ain't even blow yet, God holdin' me back
'Cause he know it once he let me go get 'em, it's raps
Protected by the blood, still ridin' with gat
If shit go down, I know I got bro
I lost ten bands, that's like stubbin' my toe
You gotta know one monkey don't stop the show
I just need me and a paddle to drive this boat (Thank you, Timmy boy)
Can't get close, I don't know what he on
Auntie been talkin', niggas been plottin' and watchin' (This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
I'm on it, I'm playin' them close

[Chorus: Luhh Dyl]
You wouldn't believe if I showed you my savings
She still wouldn't leave if I told her I hate her
I wouldn't be here if I didn't have the haters
Shout out the haters, the reason I made it
They like, "Dyl, how you feel?" Like I ain't made it
They like, "Dyl, how you feel, you don't feel famous?"
Hell nah, I'm just gettin' to the paper

[Verse 2: Lil Tony Official]
These niggas sell they soul for a placement
Probably be stressed 'til you old if you chase it
Nigga go broke, get to cuttin' the head off a goat just like one day that's gon' save 'em
These weird-ass niggas be touchin' on kids, the same one ownin' these labels
When I had to eat, I never throw on a bib, but I did throw the mask on, baby
They tried to steal everything that we worked for, niggas so blind, they don't even wanna see it
Most of the knowledge they hidin' inside of a book, nigga, open your lens and peep it
They tryna turn us against each other, let's show 'em we all one equal as people
Find where the power at, let go and get it back, once we go get it back, don't be a sequel
You want some get-back, don't get no get-back, show 'em you better, don't show 'em you even
These niggas bitch made, I don't really get that, Tony just sit back and look at the evil
Money ain't makin' no impact, shit, you don't give back, you probably part of the reason
Switch on the truth, never did that, Tony'll get whacked 'fore he ever get caught sleazin'
I can't lie, I'm really startin' to feel famous, the money gettin' real and these bitches gettin' fake
I'm strivin' for greatness, Supreme jean shorts on me, bitch, I might just skate on a hater
Finally ran up some paper, I'm showin' the bro how to walk in the greatness
If my bitch don't act like my bitch, she cut, ho lucky she fucked with the greatest

[Chorus: Luhh Dyl]
You wouldn't believe if I showed you my savings
She still wouldn't leave if I told her I hate her
I wouldn't be here if I didn't have the haters
Shout out the haters, the reason I made it (Thank you, Timmy boy)
They like, "Dyl, how you feel?" Like I ain't made it
They like, "Dyl, how you feel, you don't feel famous?" (This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
Hell nah, I'm just gettin' to the paper