Lying

[Intro]
Yeah
Oh, oh
Oh-ooh, ooh, oh
Tell me pull up
Aye, bitch
Huh, yeah

[Chorus]
I tryna see why niggas lying
That nigga hot, had on a stain
Ain't a way he touch the fine
These niggas wrecked, they can't deny
Hop out, them rounds up in his spine
Wait 'til they sleep, I air the streets out with this motherfucking .9

[Post-Chorus]
Aye, bitch
Oh, huh, yeah
I done spinned his block again
I done did some shit for my city niggas never can
Try to press me, bitch, then you get lit
Come and meet this fan
I was tryna fuck her bestie, fuck right in her other friend

[Verse]
Louis Vuitton pair, uh, this shit made in France
AOG, fuck the skat
I might go and cop a Benz
I stay thеre then fuck you in it
We don't wastе, still like the spending
She been suckin' me for hours
I'm in her mouth, just like the dentist
Run with that chopper, bitch, huh
I'm a fucking menace
They want me to turn down
Told them niggas "I ain't finished"
Bitch get bad, 'cause I got him shot
[?]
Yeah, I'm 'bout to fuck his bitch
After that, I head back to the shore
He can't even make a hit, why that nigga still tryna write?
He went and dropped a diss
Few hours later, he done made some clout
He tryna make no friend with rapper
They ain't living where they wrote
You ain't even talk that long, bin your song
Oh, that shit was cap
Huh, yeah

[Chorus]
I tryna see why niggas lying
That nigga hot, had on a stain
Ain't a way he touch the fine
These niggas wrecked, they can't deny
Hop out, them rounds up in his spine
Wait 'til they sleep, I air the streets out with this motherfucking .9

[Post-Chorus]
Aye, bitch
Oh, huh, yeah
I done spinned his block again
I done did some shit for my city niggas never can
Try to press me, bitch, then you get lit
Come and meet this fan
I was tryna fuck her bestie, fuck right in her other friend (Friend)