No Lies
Run in yo trap & we looking for bricks
Make tha wrong move & get hit w that sticc
I beat tha pot beat the blocc with my wrist
Them niggas cappin ain't really on shit
I wake up er day get that cake & I'm straight
Im chief in my hood niggas ain't having rank
We got chops we got gloccs all we need is a tank
Bitch I Catch me a play & head straight to the bank
We got good dope junkies havin them frog eyes
Im that young nigga with mob ties
And we sellin chiccens
We sell out like Popeyes
This 30 be knoccin down five guys
Aim at his top since he nice guy
Catch you some shells for a high 5
Aye them niggas cap guys
When I hop in the booth I don't tell no lies
Them niggas bitches they getting extorted
I might kill that lil boy call that shit a abortion
Bitch I trap & I scam everyday get my portion
I just fucc n I leave cuz that bitch get annoying
I just bust on teeth and I leave it like ointment
If it ain't bout a bag then that shit ain't important
Threw some gold on my mouth on my necc I feel gorgeous
He get hit w the sticc we tote gloccs not no tarus
Gotta watch out for snitches these boys be recording
I be trappin I just sent some P's to new Orleans
Im in love w the pacc like the 14 of February
Nigga say he robbed me I know that shit was neverruary
I be fresh to death everyday like a sanctuary
Sippin red red like blood like Mary Mary
Niggas bummy like ashy larry
And these niggas bitches like Tyler Perry
And these niggas mad cuz they know I'm the truth
Bitch I'm hanging with killas I hang with troops
If I pull on yo blocc what you finna do
Big 223 not no 22
Either you or me I'ma win not lose
Take his head off if he break the rules
Woke up in the morning he was on the news
If you was in my shoes
You wouldn't know what to do
Run in yo trap & we looking for bricks
Make tha wrong move & get hit w that sticc
I beat tha pot beat the blocc with my wrist
Them niggas cappin ain't really on shit
I wake up er day get that cake & I'm straight
Im chief in my hood niggas ain't having rank
We got chops we got gloccs all we need is a tank
Bitch I Catch me a play & head straight to the bank
We got good dope junkies havin them frog eyes
Im that young nigga with mob ties
And we sellin chiccens
We sell out like Popeyes
This 30 be knoccin down five guys
Aim at his top since he nice guy
Catch you some shells for a high 5
Aye them niggas cap guys
When I hop in the booth I don't tell no lies
Make tha wrong move & get hit w that sticc
I beat tha pot beat the blocc with my wrist
Them niggas cappin ain't really on shit
I wake up er day get that cake & I'm straight
Im chief in my hood niggas ain't having rank
We got chops we got gloccs all we need is a tank
Bitch I Catch me a play & head straight to the bank
We got good dope junkies havin them frog eyes
Im that young nigga with mob ties
And we sellin chiccens
We sell out like Popeyes
This 30 be knoccin down five guys
Aim at his top since he nice guy
Catch you some shells for a high 5
Aye them niggas cap guys
When I hop in the booth I don't tell no lies
Them niggas bitches they getting extorted
I might kill that lil boy call that shit a abortion
Bitch I trap & I scam everyday get my portion
I just fucc n I leave cuz that bitch get annoying
I just bust on teeth and I leave it like ointment
If it ain't bout a bag then that shit ain't important
Threw some gold on my mouth on my necc I feel gorgeous
He get hit w the sticc we tote gloccs not no tarus
Gotta watch out for snitches these boys be recording
I be trappin I just sent some P's to new Orleans
Im in love w the pacc like the 14 of February
Nigga say he robbed me I know that shit was neverruary
I be fresh to death everyday like a sanctuary
Sippin red red like blood like Mary Mary
Niggas bummy like ashy larry
And these niggas bitches like Tyler Perry
And these niggas mad cuz they know I'm the truth
Bitch I'm hanging with killas I hang with troops
If I pull on yo blocc what you finna do
Big 223 not no 22
Either you or me I'ma win not lose
Take his head off if he break the rules
Woke up in the morning he was on the news
If you was in my shoes
You wouldn't know what to do
Run in yo trap & we looking for bricks
Make tha wrong move & get hit w that sticc
I beat tha pot beat the blocc with my wrist
Them niggas cappin ain't really on shit
I wake up er day get that cake & I'm straight
Im chief in my hood niggas ain't having rank
We got chops we got gloccs all we need is a tank
Bitch I Catch me a play & head straight to the bank
We got good dope junkies havin them frog eyes
Im that young nigga with mob ties
And we sellin chiccens
We sell out like Popeyes
This 30 be knoccin down five guys
Aim at his top since he nice guy
Catch you some shells for a high 5
Aye them niggas cap guys
When I hop in the booth I don't tell no lies
Credits
Writer(s): Treezy Huncho
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