Faith

Lyrics

[Intro: Shawny Binladen] Yeah, uh (Not from YouTube) It's a new opp by the way (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) Yeah, uh [Verse 1: Shawny Binladen] Uh, lookin' like I just spilled Wock' on the Cartis I'm with the ooters, we shoot up the party Opp pack, we put that boy in a Marley She ride dick, yeah, my lil' bitch gnarly My white bitch a freak and she look like iCarly I'm the from the woods, we don't trap out no lobby Smokin' on zaza, the room gettin' foggy A op got popped cus he feeling too froggy Went for a sale, but it turned to a robbery Tryna get my fam rich like Steve Harvey Thirty round drum on me, can't harm me I'm Shawn Wick, but the hoes call me Shawny Big dub bitches, the gang like the army My pockets fat, give a fuck if I'm scrawny Stay with a G, on go can't guard me Yeah, uh, yeah [Verse 2: Big Yaya] Look .950 bullets, more guns than the army Whole crew cold as ice, so oppas can't guard me I don't leave the trap without eights That Chris Dior, tell your bitch, "Have faith" In the trap, no clientele, I had to have faith No food, I'm running to the plug for a plate Now I get two K for an eight Just copped a fronto, no check on the J I could bring you to the counter, I ain't goin' on dates Used to fiend for the pussy, now I tell a bitch, "Wait" I got too much on my plate Tryna make sure the family, they straight Tryna move mom to Jamaica, estate Tryna turn a lick to real estate Tryna make a million off of a plate I told him to spark 'cause 12 never give me a break Livin' fast, drink, Percocet be the [?][1:34] Wear Cartier frames just so I can see the fake I know I'm Grinchin' when love turn to the hate Give my lawyer money and I don't got me a case God forbid, but that's just in case I see an oppa and shoot up the place Fuck a mask, he ain't gon' remember this face Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt Number eight