Baby Smoove - I Can't Believe It But It's True lyrics
[Baby Smoove - I Can't Believe It But It's True lyrics]
Now I hope she ain't attached, put a scope on my new strap
I can't believe it but it's true, I just found some act
I be cheifin' woods but right now it's fightin' back
Found a perky in my pocket guess what I did with that
Shit I'm chillin' in the house, my fits still a bag
Nigga this is turtle pie, look at the fuckin' bag
Gucci sweater, shoes, and belt, can't forget the bag
Imagine if I told my niggas, you don't want them on yo ass
AK with the shoulder strap, I put it around my neck
AK with the shoulder strap, I aim it at yo neck
These 7.62s they don't care bout no vest
Imma drink a pint, then drink one mo again
My mind playin' tricks on me, shit I think I want yo friend
Run me up another quarter then I'm gonna buy a Benz
You the type to get your bitch car then go pick up yo friend
I'm the type to buy my bitch a car so she can tell her friends
Three-Five in my wood look like Mark Henry leg
Told that bitch make an appointment, see with me you call ahead
She just want my time, I just want some Bentleys
These niggas lame as hell, I ain't really friendly
Sippin' lean in the Urus, runnin' lights, actin' silly
I can tell you fucked up, still won't give yo ass a penny
Reindeer in the back almost caught this whole 50
You was a driver on the road you ain't never get no giffy
Now I hope she ain't attached, put a scope on my new strap
I can't believe it but it's true, I just found some act
I be cheifin' woods but right now it's fightin' back
Found a perky in my pocket guess what I did with that
Shit I'm chillin' in the house, my fits still a bag
Nigga this is turtle pie, look at the fuckin' bag
Gucci sweater, shoes, and belt, can't forget the bag
Imagine if I told my niggas you don't want them on yo ass
I can't believe it but it's true, I just found some act
I be cheifin' woods but right now it's fightin' back
Found a perky in my pocket guess what I did with that
Shit I'm chillin' in the house, my fits still a bag
Nigga this is turtle pie, look at the fuckin' bag
Gucci sweater, shoes, and belt, can't forget the bag
Imagine if I told my niggas, you don't want them on yo ass
AK with the shoulder strap, I put it around my neck
AK with the shoulder strap, I aim it at yo neck
These 7.62s they don't care bout no vest
Imma drink a pint, then drink one mo again
My mind playin' tricks on me, shit I think I want yo friend
Run me up another quarter then I'm gonna buy a Benz
You the type to get your bitch car then go pick up yo friend
I'm the type to buy my bitch a car so she can tell her friends
Three-Five in my wood look like Mark Henry leg
Told that bitch make an appointment, see with me you call ahead
She just want my time, I just want some Bentleys
These niggas lame as hell, I ain't really friendly
Sippin' lean in the Urus, runnin' lights, actin' silly
I can tell you fucked up, still won't give yo ass a penny
Reindeer in the back almost caught this whole 50
You was a driver on the road you ain't never get no giffy
Now I hope she ain't attached, put a scope on my new strap
I can't believe it but it's true, I just found some act
I be cheifin' woods but right now it's fightin' back
Found a perky in my pocket guess what I did with that
Shit I'm chillin' in the house, my fits still a bag
Nigga this is turtle pie, look at the fuckin' bag
Gucci sweater, shoes, and belt, can't forget the bag
Imagine if I told my niggas you don't want them on yo ass