Stop Me Wen I’m Lieing

[Intro]
On God
Yea, yea
Y'all niggas know who robbed the city
Don't play with P man
On god
Y'all niggas
On god
On god, stop me when I'm lyin'
On god

[Verse]
You know who robbed the city
You know who shot your partner
You know I'm always strapped
Bitch, you know you don't want no problem
Nigga, you know I beat yo ass
You know I fucked your baby momma
You know I ain't got no rap deal
But still walkin' round with a hunnid
These niggas played and I let 'em
I wanted to rob him since I met him
Bitch it's Big Belly Fred
I'm still sick in the head
I took trips for the bread
Most these niggas move like feds
These niggas rappin 'bout bodies
But they never shot nobody
I beat cases like I'm Gotti
I gavе time back for a robbery
Them niggas talk likе they gon' rob me
Yea, over my dead body
Percs got me like a zombie
A double drum on a tommy
Nigga play it be a homi(cide)
Them niggas knowin' how I rock
Them niggas broke and ain't got money
How the fuck is they my opps
Don't let this rap shit fool you
I still spin a nigga block
Jump out with 80 on my neck
And get to gunnin' with the chop
My opps linkin' up in groups
Them niggas don't know what to do
Them niggas broke and in cahoots
And when I catch 'em imma shoot
I'm banging crip like uncle Snoop
Pull up and shoot it out the roof
Like, what the fuck you wanna do
Nigga, who the fuck you talking to
Nigga, I'll let this bitch off in a crowd
Nigga, I'll let this bitch off right now
40 on me when I'm on stage
Nigga play I blow a fiend down
I was the man then, I'm the man now
You know how many grams I had to hand out
These niggas never sold no drugs
You wanna rob me I feel like no plug
I really got rich without no plug
They say Pap you don't show me no love
I know that bitch be linking opps
I sip more drank than Speaker Knockerz
They gon' fuck around bring the demon out me
I'm tryna stay away from that
I really sold dope and rob 'em
I'm tryna make a way with rap
You ain't never sold heroin so why you always sayin' that
He got shot at the store he ain't never get to make it back
Niggas playin with my name like they don't know where my paper at
Talking body after body lil' nigga I'll pay for that
Bitch I'll paint the city red
Put 50 on a nigga head
I stuff a nigga in a spliff
Hit him while he with his bitch
Bitch I'm Big Belly Fred
And I ain't talkin 'bout shit
Auntie caught for the grip
Lil' cuz want a split
Imma show his ass a trick
With that blender I'm legit
I call mister from the west
I need 500 grams compressed
I fucked that bitch with my jeans on
And had my pistol on the dresser
Soon as I nutted bitch I left her
I'm in the kitchen gettin' messy
I scrape the side and get the extra
Auntie tell me this shit pressure
My feet hurt motherfucker
Since a boy I been a stepper
I put that pistol on whoever
Beat that boy like I'm Mayweather
You don't know a nigga better
Soon as he front me imma dead 'em

[Outro]
On god
On god
My real life I can't make nothin' else up
On god