Juke 21k - Making Believers (Radio Edit)

Yeah
Yeah
Hey
It's Juke
Deuce ace
Gang
Been living
Long love Moffia
Long live Russia
I'm making believers
I done turned my neck into a freezer
Yeahhh yeahhh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hey
I'm making believers
I done turned my neck into a freezer
B**** I'm fly I'm packing desert eagle
Tell her bye you know a n**** leave her
Catching play like receiver
I been trapping hit me on my beeper
I can't trust you bubba you a leecher
I been bussin' I ain't talking speakers
They feel like I did it
I was in here tryna get them digits
You a peeker n**** you a witness
Flip a n**** backwards like a gymnast
I'm living my vision
I'm on every hook ain't talking fishing
I can write a book and make some millions
Don't y'all live this life a n**** living
When I catch ya homie
Imma stretch ya homie
This here a n**** testimony
Back in my bag off the tenderonis
Cut some chickens off I had some tender homies
I can't loaf out in public I keep it on me
Got these Ray Bans on my face I can peep she want me
It's Cavalli my shoes with the sparkles on it
I'm fresh like a car if the tarp was on it
I kept my distance and found me a bag
Rocking Dolce Gabbana start popping them tags
Sell the dope to yo mama she help get the bag
Break her back off the pack get the kit like a cat
Flex like a wrestler without the mat
Leave her flat on the ground like a screen with no back
I want f*** you then leave so please no strings attached
If the twelve looking for me I run out the back
These n***** envy like how is his racks up
Boy that check I be thumbing you know that I'm running
I'm running I'm running my racks up
And I gotta keep it a hundred yeah just like a centipede
Got a hundred round drum for my enemies
Got a bad b**** and she into me
Goddamn juke done turnt up for the century since elementary yeah
They ain't wanna see a n**** flex
They ain't wanna see a n**** shine
No cap I got labels they calling my line
I'm connected like cable I stay with the line
I f*** her then duck her don't care if she fine
She over possessive she say that she mine
Get more never less at the drop of a dime
That ain't gold on your neck boy that's coppers and wire
I'm making believers
I done turned my neck into a freezer
B**** I'm fly I'm packing desert eagle
Tell her bye you know a nigga leave her
Catching play like receiver
I been trapping hit me on my beeper
I been bussin no I ain't talking speakers
I can't trust you bubba you a leecher
They feel like I did it
I was in here tryna get them digits
You a peeker n**** you a witness
Flip a n**** backwards like a gymnast
I'm living my vision
I'm on every hook ain't talking fishing
I can write a book and make some millions
Don't y'all live this life a n**** living

Written by:
La'Dontae Taylor

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