Can You Believe It - The Game, DJ Infamous Haze

Young Stunna, Young Stunna

The way that paint dripping it’s gon' be a bloody summer

Twenty-two inches, all-red everything

That’s Soo Woo business, holla at your five

Four, three, two, one, bitch in the cockpit

And my knot’s sick, I’m ill

I’ve got a milli in my Louis

Red Cardinal fitted, bitches feel me in the Louis, yeah

Red rubies in my watch and my chain

Catch me in Wade County, I’m the king like James

Headed to the game, red Challenger today

Throwing the red flags like I’m challenging the play

Tune, this shit retarded

I need a red helmet

And I’m all about my cake, red velvet

You can’t help it, gotta see what I got

It’s like Ripley’s: Believe it or Not, you tell me

I’m a beast, believe that

Stop playing, I go hard, I go He Man

Young Tune, break em off like a tree branch

Play with me you in hot water: tea bag

All-black Maybach, call it decaf

And I just ordered your girlfriend some kneepads

Can you believe the unbelievable

Bitch, I’m higher than Venus, Serena too

Yeah Game, holla at you Soo Woo

Young Money bitch, we cold like two scoops

Life’s a bitch and mine a diva

Point the biggest skeptic out I make them a believer

Yeah believe that, 100 on the marble floor

And everyday we on the grind

Try and flip some more

Yeah understand, acres on that new lane

Suicide doors, niggas on that new lane

Yeah pussy popping bullshit

Bullshit ain’t shit, nigga we the shit

We the business, Louie on every trip

Holiday everyday on the YM ship

Yeah, cause every day my sun shine

Candy paint on the car, making headlines

Believe that, we good with that cake homie

Believe that, we ride every day homie