Ericdoa - Believer lyrics

I turned a bad bitch, to a believer
Come at me? shame like I'm having a seizure
I'm fuckin' her once,  ion need her
Sip sweet, margarita
Goin' fast yeah I'm breaking the meter
Smokin' cannabis straight out the beacon
I can't link if I know you're tweakin'
In the party, got blood on my sneakers

For the money, I'm up, I'm eager
Talk bread when you ask for a feature
Blowin' up, lil' bitch like a creeper
Said he got a homie, yo homie a dealer
You didn't say lil bitch got a fever
She eat dick, I gotta feed her
I'm alone, I don't need her
To the money I changed my demeanor
Whatchu doin' you not doin' it right
Callin' sport and you know he gon' slide
Baby Glock, it don't matter the size
Only money moves, I'm makin' strides


In the Beamer coupe had a Glock
Down bad, yeah your card got declined
Slidin' with straight and
Slidin' with pride
Mess with my brothers, y'all gonna die
Goin' up, yeah this shit is a breeze
I get to the money, I get it with ease
Sound like a cop, makin' em freeze
You lookin' for work
Then it ain't comin' free
Big blade, yeah I'm lookin' for war
New world, yeah we bought the whole store
She see the CD, that's Christian Dior
I step into Guess, yeah I call that shit gore

Call that shit gore call that shit gore
Christian Dior christian Dior

I turned a bad bitch, to a believer
Like I'm having a seizure
I'm fuckin' her once, ion need her
Sip sweet, margarita
Goin' fast yeah I'm breaking the meter
Smokin' cannabis straight out the beacon
I can't link if I know you're tweakin'
In the party, got blood on my sneakers

My bro got good lean by the liter
She talkin' down then I gotta delete her
Sayonara, yeah I won't wanna be her
I got that choppa, it sing like a
She blowin' my phone
So I turn off the ringer
This MAC on my hip, it come hot like fajitas
I'm the star of the game
And that boy on the bleachers
She is a thot for the team, you can keep her
(Yeah)
I gotta choppa, gon' blow like a whistle
We gon make he might need a tissue
That choppa got lips
It's gon' pucker and kiss you
I feel like a teacher cause
I'm gon' dismiss you
The way I've been rappin'
It sound like a riddle he claimin' he hard
But he sweet like a Skittle
Just like he Malcolm, get hit in the middle
He think that he big
But that lil' nigga little
I'm swervin this bit back
It's a Bugatti Veyron
The size of these bullets
They look like a crayon
I go hard for my warriors
Feelin' like Draymond
Feel like that nigga, I'm feelin like
I just walked in with, she all on my
Dick, and she ask for a pic'
But she can't take a flip
My bro got that choppa, he shoot off the rip
I feel like that lil' baby got too much drip
He playin' with me
He get hit with the stick
Better not let me catch him
Talkin' out his lip
My shoes, they be tied, so I cannot trip
He tweak off a bitch, need to get a grip
She stay on my body, suck me like a tick
A lotta blue hunnids, but I'm not a crip
I see all the money, now I gotta itch
There's too many hoes, now I gotta pick

I turned a bad bitch, to a believer
Like I'm having a seizure
I'm fuckin' her once, ion need her
Sip sweet, margarita
Goin' fast yeah I'm breaking the meter
Smokin' cannabis straight out the beacon
I can't link if I know you're tweakin'
In the party, got blood on my sneakers
I turned a bad bitch, to a believer
Like I'm having a seizure
I'm fuckin' her once, ion need her
Sip sweet, margarita
Goin' fast yeah I'm breaking the meter
Smokin' cannabis straight out the beacon
I can't link if I know you're tweakin'
In the party, got blood on my sneaker