You Lying

[Chorus]
Thot said she got red bottoms on her feet, girl you lyin'
Flex to the hoes like you wanna meet me, girl you lyin'
Boyfriend say he know me and he wanna do a feat, girl you lyin'
And the bitch say she love me don't want me in the streets, girl you lyin'
Niggas woofin' like the Glo don't stay with the heat, boy you lyin'
Opps talkin' like they got bodies under they be, boy you lyin'
You in a house and you actin' like you out here in the streets, boy you lyin'
You flexin' like you struggle but you can never be we, boy you lyin'

[Verse 1: Tadoe]
Opps act like they ass want beef, boy you lyin' (Stop)
Pull up on the block let the chopper go "Grratarah", bullets flyin' (Grratarah)
Hoe act like shop that Louies if you lyin' (Stop)
All that makeup on your face, girl you ain't fine (Pop)
You call my line, I don't wanna talk, I ain't got time (I ain't got time)
Your bullshit convos, may girl you stop that lyin' (Stop)
I'm out here everyday in the field on my grind, better stay with that nine (Boom boom)
Let a nigga try to run up on a car, nigga gon' die, nigga I ain't lyin' (Boom boom, gratarrah)
Everyday I'm with my Gang (Gratarrah, gang gang gang gang)
In traffic big ass .30, smokin' on propane (That Tooka), I ain't lyin' (Boom boom)
Glo Gang we ridin' (We riding)
We out here everyday and the opps stay hidin', they lyin'

[Chorus]
Thot said she got red bottoms on her feet, girl you lyin'
Flex to the hoes like you wanna meet me, girl you lyin'
Boyfriend say he know me and he wanna do a feat, girl you lyin'
And the bitch say she love me don't want me in the streets, girl you lyin'
Niggas woofin' like the Glo don't stay with the heat, boy you lyin'
Opps talkin' like they got bodies under they be, boy you lyin'
You in a house and you actin' like you out here in the streets, boy you lyin'
You flexin' like you struggle but you can never be we, boy you lyin'

[Verse 2: Capo]
Baby I'm a playa, and that money ain't shit, girl I'll pay your car note
And it ain't none to me they the broke niggas, baby catch a flight to Chicago
Ya know two years ago you wouldn't fuck me but now you wanna fuck 'cause I'm a star tho'
Glo Gang, got shooters that assassinate shit and them shooters, man, they go wherever I go
And my name El Capo and we move like the mob, whackin' shit like El Chapo
How the fuck you play with guns and you always in the streets? You ain't even got one up top tho'
You ain't my homeboy, you a customer
Can't get no pics, can't smoke no blunt witcha (Nah)
She clean my house and you be cuffin' her (Thot)
But trust ourself so ain't no trustin' her (Nah)
Disappear like magic, Glo Gang steady cashin' and they always weed flashin'
Can't say shit to y'all 'til you run through around three four mattress, ayy

[Chorus]
Thot said she got red bottoms on her feet, girl you lyin'
Flex to the hoes like you wanna meet me, girl you lyin'
Boyfriend say he know me and he wanna do a feat, girl you lyin'
And the bitch say she love me don't want me in the streets, girl you lyin'
Niggas woofin' like the Glo don't stay with the heat, boy you lyin'
Opps talkin' like they got bodies under they be, boy you lyin'
You in a house and you actin' like you out here in the streets, boy you lyin'
You flexin' like you struggle but you can never be we, boy you lyin'