Believe It Or Not, Pt. 2

Yeah, it's that run it up nigga GQ, y'all niggas know how I do
Like bitch, believe it or not
She like it's the fit for me
Caught the kill that's a victory
Stalking my gram tryna get to see
Like you never post pics you's a mystery
I be ghostlike Tariq Pops

I don't care to expose let critiques watch
Niggas they say they want smoke but I think
Not
I'm used to running up dough I don't need
Stocks
Like look
Like bitch, believe it or not
You know GQ receiving the guap
Still with the gang, I got Quise in the spot

I might fly out to Cali, I leave out a lot
I could lie but don't care to
You could cry just don't cry on the clair boo
Shit you know I be high but I hear you
I'm all about vibes, that's why I be near you
Like listen, I never been a trick
I act broke like I never hit a lick
Hoes they gon' link, they forever getting dick

Throw on a mink , I'm forever in some drip
Man these bitches they thought I done changed Let you shop in the mall, & let it rain
I can't lie man they fall for the game
Have them dropping they draws it's insane
Fascinated, I ain't even get far yet
But fuck it, they know I'm a goat

Shawty gravitated, tryna meet me have car sex
Like fuck it, just throw in the throat
They think I'm a splurge now
I done hopped in the V, what's the curb now?
Back then I hit in a second, I curve now
I'm considered a legend, I heard now

She like it's the fit for me
Caught the kill that's a victory
Stalking my gram, tryna get to see
Like you never post pics, you's a mystery
I be ghosts like Tariq Pops
I don't care to expose let critiques watch
Niggas say they want smoke but I think not
I'm used to running up dough, I don't need stocks

Like look, she like it's the fit for me
But really I think it's my aura
There ain't a thing you could get from me probably lil ring from Pandora
These bitches they used to be on dick
Like fuck you & that little group chat
Now when I hop on Snap with a calm fit
All they ever wanna do is chat

I been the man, nigga on top like a ceiling fan
Ride in the Benz while you in the van
Run it up again and again
When she call you friend, it's the end
You in the zone, no defense
Teaching lessons, rappers get your notepads
I'm the best, but y'all already know that

She like it's the fit for me, caught the kill that's a victory
Stalking my gram, tryna get to see
Like you never post pics, you's a mystery
I be ghost like Tariq Pops
I don't care to expose let critiques watch
Niggas they say they want smoke but I think not I'm used to running up dough, I don't need stocks

Like look