Neva Told a Lie
Throw some shells at his top and cook that Nigga noodles
We ain't beefin with Matthew he just a barkin poodle
Mumu wolfin for the net that Nigga never slid
And sosa rapping about some shit that he ain't never did
Free that nigga joshybo I hope he make it home
And if he do we crackin windshields and Breakin domes
That other nigga he still Hidin out
Better stay tucked because they might kill you if they find your house
Jay jona Cappin he a rapper shit I guess so
Underestimated but be scoring Eric Bledsoe
And I ain't slid in a minute today I'm pressin play
I'm tryna send one to heavin im feelin blessed today
Fuck shootin out the window let me out the whip
Hawk a nigga down and when im done im Yellin garden Crip
I won't slip I won't fold ima Gangsta boy
They say we childish because them niggas know we play with toys
I might tell a joke but never told a lie
Your Woady died and you ain't step you was supposed ta slide
I missed them shots niggas lucky he was supposed to die
Walk him down before you double tap him look him in his eyes
It's been a minute since I slid im goin out tonight
They Talkin about a score board I'm uppin count tonight
It's been a minute since I slid im goin out tonight
They Talkin about a score board I'm uppin count tonight
I dropped feelin smurkish three I know they got the message
That Nigga died and you ain't steppin I just can't respect it
Still got love for my section I cannot neglect it
His stupid ass was Talkin crazy and they stripped him naked
One up top ain't gotta cock it we just up and shoot
If I go broke I'm kickin doors lookin for the loot
That Nigga said I was a bitch but he ain't got no proof
We slidin in a drop top and shootin out the roof
Damon is a bitch that Nigga hella scary
He told the bitch that he pressed me that Nigga told a fairy
When Ty was tryna run yo fade uncle had to spare him
Drop the Lo and we comin tell that boy I dare him
I can't lie this shit is hella old
Real messy with the Glock im scoring hella goals
EA sports niggas in the game
It's a sunny day we finna make it rain
I might tell a joke but never told a lie
Your Woady died and you ain't step you was supposed ta slide
I missed them shots niggas lucky he was supposed to die
Walk him down before you double tap him look him in his eyes
It's been a minute since I slid im goin out tonight
They Talkin about a score board I'm uppin count tonight
It's been a minute since I slid im goin out tonight
They Talkin about a score board I'm uppin count tonight
We ain't beefin with Matthew he just a barkin poodle
Mumu wolfin for the net that Nigga never slid
And sosa rapping about some shit that he ain't never did
Free that nigga joshybo I hope he make it home
And if he do we crackin windshields and Breakin domes
That other nigga he still Hidin out
Better stay tucked because they might kill you if they find your house
Jay jona Cappin he a rapper shit I guess so
Underestimated but be scoring Eric Bledsoe
And I ain't slid in a minute today I'm pressin play
I'm tryna send one to heavin im feelin blessed today
Fuck shootin out the window let me out the whip
Hawk a nigga down and when im done im Yellin garden Crip
I won't slip I won't fold ima Gangsta boy
They say we childish because them niggas know we play with toys
I might tell a joke but never told a lie
Your Woady died and you ain't step you was supposed ta slide
I missed them shots niggas lucky he was supposed to die
Walk him down before you double tap him look him in his eyes
It's been a minute since I slid im goin out tonight
They Talkin about a score board I'm uppin count tonight
It's been a minute since I slid im goin out tonight
They Talkin about a score board I'm uppin count tonight
I dropped feelin smurkish three I know they got the message
That Nigga died and you ain't steppin I just can't respect it
Still got love for my section I cannot neglect it
His stupid ass was Talkin crazy and they stripped him naked
One up top ain't gotta cock it we just up and shoot
If I go broke I'm kickin doors lookin for the loot
That Nigga said I was a bitch but he ain't got no proof
We slidin in a drop top and shootin out the roof
Damon is a bitch that Nigga hella scary
He told the bitch that he pressed me that Nigga told a fairy
When Ty was tryna run yo fade uncle had to spare him
Drop the Lo and we comin tell that boy I dare him
I can't lie this shit is hella old
Real messy with the Glock im scoring hella goals
EA sports niggas in the game
It's a sunny day we finna make it rain
I might tell a joke but never told a lie
Your Woady died and you ain't step you was supposed ta slide
I missed them shots niggas lucky he was supposed to die
Walk him down before you double tap him look him in his eyes
It's been a minute since I slid im goin out tonight
They Talkin about a score board I'm uppin count tonight
It's been a minute since I slid im goin out tonight
They Talkin about a score board I'm uppin count tonight
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Writer(s): Yrc Jay Jona
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