LIES Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch shut up

I don't give a fuck what you talking bout

Whoever said I wasn't real was a lie

You disrespect me, I ain't letting it slide

If I don't die getting rich Ima try

Or I-I-I'm staying alive

Momma say I gotta deal with my pride

But I just put it in these bullets and fire

Blah blah blah blah blah

These niggas talking, but I'm knowing it's lies

And if she blow me, then she blowing the guys

And if you hide, then you know ima slide

To where ya family reside, no lie

You diss my dead and now ya life on the line

Beam catch you and it's something like Tron

Bang on niggas, guess I'm something like Bron

Light a nigga up, flame on, flame off

I could never turn my game off

Niggas think it's sweet till my chain off

And my hands up

Think you fucking with me, put a band up

He was talking crazy, pick ya man up

When I walk in that room, better stand up

Know they plotting, they making a plan up

Know ya bitch on my dick and she feeling the kid

Yeah, that lil bitch fanned up

Uh Huh

Slide through, spin the block

Slide through again, time to send a couple shots

If he don't die, then it's onto the next plot

Catch a B, then it's onto the next glock

For the free, know she taking the whole cock

Time to fuck this bitch stomach up

Hold on, what

Oh yeah

And niggas talking like they with it, they movie stars

I ain't even gone say what I'll do to y'all

Know a nigga who died for a booty call

He gone cap in his rap, but it's true to y'all

But I could prove that that niggas a bitch

I'm the one they giving 10 for a hit

They know I'm the one that's bending and shit

And I don't stop until I empty the clip

Move fast lil nigga, get off the block before I up it and blast lil nigga

Thinking that this shit sweet, tryna do a drive by, you gone crash lil nigga

I'm quick when I draw, and I'm quick to the trigger

He thinking he big, but these bullets is bigger

I'm banging on niggas like Blake with the Clippers

The gang in the bitch, and we all on a mission

Better aim, that's why niggas be missing

Don't gotta aim, cus this laser gone get him

Send a dime bitch, but that's just how we trick em

And this chopper split a nigga wig like scissors

Hold on

And you niggas be bitches

I can tell em how y'all niggas ain't with it

But if I tell em, then I'm making a witness

But If I do, then that's a reason to kill em

Whoever said I wasn't real was a lie

They killed ya man, and you ain't tryna slide

You chatting with me, guess you tryna die

This glizzy with me, I don't gotta hide

Run up on me, it's a homicide

I guess I get that from my mama side

Guess I get that from my mama side

I guess I get that from my mama side