On The Bible lyrics

[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 b*tch 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
b*tch, I'm up, I can't f*ck 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 f*ck, like I just jumped up a ramp
b*tch, I'm the one, got 'em sayin' it's stamp
b*tch, I'm rockin' all black like a motherf*ckin' 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
b*tch, 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' b*tch, but I'm not finna f*ck her
She suckin' di*k like a motherf*ckin' 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 f*cked up her bumper
No, I do not f*ck with these motherf*ckers (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 motherf*ckin' platter
Got Codiene inside of my motherf*ckin' 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 b*tch 'cause they don't even matter
[?] the hit the lights, hit the gas and I scatter
Fire head b*tch 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
b*tch, 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 motherf*ckin' chicken and waffles
I take yo' b*tch home to my di*kie and swallow
I'm rockin' bust, I'm not rockin' no goggles
I'm sippin' Wock', I don't sip out no bottle
You f*ckin' fat b*tches, ain't f*ck with models (Eugh!)
I dunk a b*tch like the Big Aristotle
Freestylin' some' so I don't got a title
They ridin' my wave, I ain't talkin' 'bout Tidal
That b*tch a freak, she cannot be my bridal
In Tennessee, callin' plays like I'm Heupel
Yeah, I'm ballin' hard like I'm Michael
b*tch, 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)