But She Lied

Grah, grah
Grah-grah-boom
Suck my dick, you heard
It's big Wok in the building, y'already know the vibes
Like what?
Like Wok (Like Wok)
Everything flamed (Everything flamed)
Like ahh-ahhh!

Say you don't fuck with me, I'm outside (On bro)
Who ridin' with me? Don't be fried (Grah, grah)
He say he spinnin', but he lied (He lied)
Call up a thot, bitches gettin' you lined (On bro)
And they always on timing, these bitches gon' lie (Like what?)
Fendi or Prada, can't even decide (At all)
She say she proud of me, but she lied (On bro)
So many times, I'm not even surprised (Like damn)
Callin' up bro and we 'bout to get fly (That's right)
Fuck all that shit, you gon' die (Ahhh!)
I keep a .9, not a knife
Ice on my neck and I'm ready to slide
Take a shot to the neck, shit leakin' like wine
Jesus Christ, can't rewind (Like what?)
Don't get put on a cross for crossin' all the guys (Uh-huh)
I'm young and I'm smart and I'm still in my prime (In my prime)

Tweakin' with me, won't survive (At all)
Bad bitch in the spot and she get me revived (Like what?)
But she know that, she a dub (On bro)
I'm gettin' money, now she tryin' to fuck (Tryin' to fuck)
Word to bro, I'm not fallin' in love (At all)
That's tough, she out of luck (Out of luck)
But she know that I don't give a fuck (At all)
Gave you my all and it's still not enough (Like damn)
But fuck that
I'm tryin' to spin on the opps with a fully and dump that
Smokin' who? I'm aimin' where his lungs at (Like damn)
Beefin' with me, like brodie where ya' funds at? (Where they at?)
Don't lack, better bust back
Who gon' do what and who really gon' up that?
Walk with the bands in my hand, who gon' touch that?
See me in person and nobody wants that (Like what?)
He tryin' to move, I'ma put him in motion (On bro)
Leave his body floatin' in the ocean (Like what?)
Sippin' on wocky, that shit be the potion
I still be outside, gotta move extra cautious (On bro)
Sippin' wockiana, got me nauseous
You'd be dumb if you tryin' to approach us (Like ahh!)
Gang in the back, tryin' to hop out and post up
Like one wrong move, you get put on a poster

Say you don't fuck with me, I'm outside (On bro)
Who ridin' with me? Don't be fried (Grah, grah)
He say he spinnin', but he lied (He lied)
Call up a thot, bitches gettin' you lined (On bro)
And they always on timing, these bitches gon' lie (Like what?)
Fendi or Prada, can't even decide (At all)
She say she proud of me, but she lied (On bro)
So many times, I'm not even surprised (Like damn)
Callin' up bro and we 'bout to get fly (That's right)
Fuck all that shit, you gon' die (Ahhh!)
I keep a .9, not a knife
Ice on my neck and I'm ready to slide
Take a shot to the neck, shit leakin' like wine
Jesus Christ, can't rewind (Like what?)
Don't get put on a cross for crossin' all the guys (Uh-huh)
I'm young and I'm smart and I'm still in my prime (In my prime)

At all
Like what?
Everything flamed
Like Ahhh!



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Writer(s): Cezar Poiata
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