No Lies
These fuck niggas hate from the bleachers
When i was in school could've fucked on my teachers
This no lies nigga
These fuck niggas hate from the bleachers
When i was in school could've fucked on my teachers
Now I'm on the block in a beater
It's hot Over here i pop out with that heater
Just to fuck on a bitch you mislead them
Feed lies they know i don't need them
Bitch im that nigga you lucky i hit it
But you know Lil Messi cant keep ya
Keep it a hunnid, only thing that im chasing is money
But the niggaz i be with be gunning
Don't get it confused ill knockoff ya muffin
Yeah them bullets they hot as a oven
Plus we got a lot they come by the dozen
My mama pushed out a hustler a savage
These niggaz ain't getting no money
Lil bru is you ready
I look up say you know i stay ready
When i pop out that cut i shoot steady 223 turn his brains to spaghetti
Bitch its Lil' Messi
From the bricks this shit can get messy
You don't wanna test me
Bout that action i don't play the radio
All black mac 11
Wrong move send you right back to heaven
Ima shoot it without second guessing
If i catch him flexing i teach him a lesson
Bitch its Lil' Messi
From the bricks this shit can get messy
You don't wanna test me
Bout that action i don't play the radio
Bitch I got the juice
I been balling like i play for Duke
Been a dog but his first name not Snoop
You run up on him and get bust like a fluke
Chop kicking like Bruce
You run up and you gone make the news
Break the rules cause we make the rules
Thought i told you I'm lit like a fuse nigga
Why would i lie?
I ain't nothing like these other guys
I know Big 3skii gone ride
We outside niggaz sweet they be hiding
We just gone send bullets flying
Then opps start dropping like flies
Look like Rondo how they dropping dimes
That's how most of these niggas be dying
These fuck niggaz hate from the Bleachers when i was in school could've Fucked on My teachers
Now I'm on the block in a beater
It's hot over here i pop out with that heater
Just to fuck on a bitch you mislead them
Feed lies they know i don't need them
Bitch im that nigga you lucky i hit it
But you know Lil' Messi can't keep ya
Keep it a hunnid
Only thing that im chasing is money
But the niggaz i be with be gunning
Don't get it confused ill knockoff ya muffin
Yeah them bullets they hot as a oven
Plus we got a lot they come by the dozen
My mama pushed out a hustler a savage
These niggaz ain't getting no money
When i was in school could've fucked on my teachers
This no lies nigga
These fuck niggas hate from the bleachers
When i was in school could've fucked on my teachers
Now I'm on the block in a beater
It's hot Over here i pop out with that heater
Just to fuck on a bitch you mislead them
Feed lies they know i don't need them
Bitch im that nigga you lucky i hit it
But you know Lil Messi cant keep ya
Keep it a hunnid, only thing that im chasing is money
But the niggaz i be with be gunning
Don't get it confused ill knockoff ya muffin
Yeah them bullets they hot as a oven
Plus we got a lot they come by the dozen
My mama pushed out a hustler a savage
These niggaz ain't getting no money
Lil bru is you ready
I look up say you know i stay ready
When i pop out that cut i shoot steady 223 turn his brains to spaghetti
Bitch its Lil' Messi
From the bricks this shit can get messy
You don't wanna test me
Bout that action i don't play the radio
All black mac 11
Wrong move send you right back to heaven
Ima shoot it without second guessing
If i catch him flexing i teach him a lesson
Bitch its Lil' Messi
From the bricks this shit can get messy
You don't wanna test me
Bout that action i don't play the radio
Bitch I got the juice
I been balling like i play for Duke
Been a dog but his first name not Snoop
You run up on him and get bust like a fluke
Chop kicking like Bruce
You run up and you gone make the news
Break the rules cause we make the rules
Thought i told you I'm lit like a fuse nigga
Why would i lie?
I ain't nothing like these other guys
I know Big 3skii gone ride
We outside niggaz sweet they be hiding
We just gone send bullets flying
Then opps start dropping like flies
Look like Rondo how they dropping dimes
That's how most of these niggas be dying
These fuck niggaz hate from the Bleachers when i was in school could've Fucked on My teachers
Now I'm on the block in a beater
It's hot over here i pop out with that heater
Just to fuck on a bitch you mislead them
Feed lies they know i don't need them
Bitch im that nigga you lucky i hit it
But you know Lil' Messi can't keep ya
Keep it a hunnid
Only thing that im chasing is money
But the niggaz i be with be gunning
Don't get it confused ill knockoff ya muffin
Yeah them bullets they hot as a oven
Plus we got a lot they come by the dozen
My mama pushed out a hustler a savage
These niggaz ain't getting no money
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Writer(s): Messiah Harvin
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