Lies

Yeah
These bitches be lying like shit
These bitches be lying like shit
These bitches be lying like shit
These bitches be lying like shit
I am not with the fuckery tricks
I am not with the fuckery tricks
I am not with the fuckery tricks
I'm the man Houdini with them tricks (Yeah)
These bitches be lying like shit
These bitches be lying like shit
These bitches be lying like shit
These bitches be lying like shit
I am not with the fuckery tricks
I am not with the fuckery tricks
I am not with the fuckery tricks
I'm the man Houdini with them tricks (Yeah)

You know I be flippin' em stacks
Boy you know I be stackin' em racks
Marathon I be running the track
I'm the boss I be running it back
No days off catch me all season (Yea)
I don't got a reason
Pour it in my cup I be feanin'
Front of the pack that I'm leading
Blood sweat tears i'm bleeding (Aye)
She my butter can't believe it (Woo)
Micheal Jackson then I beat it (Woo)
Shining like i'm at the jeweler
This a Rollie not a muller
She sucking on me like a Hoover
Getting head while I maneuver
Pull up like I'm a intruder
In the pussy with my trooper
Niggas think like they computers
DNT that's my producer
If she beg too much get that hoe off of me
We don't need beamers we want Bugattis
Got a new whip we crashed the Ferrari
Woodbridge we bangin' got heat in the Chewy
Ganging we gangin the crew is so heavy
Mr. Blue Benjamins blue like blueberry
That's your other bitch then we gon tag team her
Got the prescription sprite in the 2 liter
Rollin' I'm rollin' i'm smoking that reefer
Got that shit tucked issa nine millimeter
After i'm done with your bitch you can keep her
All this ice on me like it's Patek water
Swaging i'm surfing i'm deep in the water
Versace Versace Versace Medusa
I'm wit the Gucci the Louis the Prada
Omo gym jacket that's Nora Kamali
Fuck wit the crew you get shifted and bodied
I'm with the trill shit that you cannot copy
Fuck out my face nigga you cannot stop me
Use to this guap getting money a youngin'
Shoutout my day 1s for being one-hunid'
Aye
Ballin' like Kevin Durant
Only thing come out my mouth is the facts
Ballin all day on court for the racks
Weed got me blurred I can't see cataracts
Got the bubble booty throwing it back
Give her good dick she don't know how to act
You playing yoself I ain't no saving Jack
All she really really want is 'em stacks (Stacks)

These bitches be lying like shit
These bitches be lying like shit
These bitches be lying like shit
These bitches be lying like shit
I am not with the fuckery tricks
I am not with the fuckery tricks
I am not with the fuckery tricks
I'm the man Houdini with them tricks (Yeah)
These bitches be lying like shit
These bitches be lying like shit
These bitches be lying like shit
These bitches be lying like shit
I am not with the fuckery tricks
I am not with the fuckery tricks
I am not with the fuckery tricks
I'm the man Houdini with them tricks
Yeah



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Writer(s): Ibrahim Kabba
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