Cant Lie
YGS and I came through
I'm smokin' on that gas
While y'all pourin up that goo
We was runnin' down the streets
Then we went and dropped the roof
Cause 12 got behind us and we smokin'
On that boof
Yeah, you know how it goes
Hit the gas and my wheels toastin'
I'm with Lil Koshka and now we sippin' on
Them potions
Yeah, you see the motion
Chiefin' on this gas, he got me floatin'
Had to throw you on the grill, now your ass
We really roastin'
If you're over 60 bumpin' my shit, you Probably die
Yeah, I was so hungry, I got chicken from
Five guys
When that money first came in, I said I Couldn't believe my eyes
But deep down, I knew that it was a lie
I knew it was my time, I had to get up and go Grind
Hopefully by 2097, I'll be on the dime
Fuck around, I'll send you straight to heaven
Then I'll speed up time
They done gassed you up, had you thinkin' You was fire
Yeah, he wanna fist fight but he rolled up With a pipe
I ain't gonna say how I did him, but I smoked Him right
Yeah that boy so scared he gotta sleep with
A nightlight
He was pocket watchin' like that shit was
Fuckin' televised
You seen the racks with your very own eyes
Now say it bruh, am I really fuckin' lyin'? Keep playin' with me, I will drop you off in
The lake
Then I'll text your job, tell him that you
Gon' be late
I'm smokin' on that gas
While y'all pourin up that goo
We was runnin' down the streets
Then we went and dropped the roof
Cause 12 got behind us and we smokin'
On that boof
Yeah, you know how it goes
Hit the gas and my wheels toastin'
I'm with Lil Koshka and now we sippin' on
Them potions
Yeah, you see the motion
Chiefin' on this gas, he got me floatin'
Had to throw you on the grill, now your ass
We really roastin'
If you're over 60 bumpin' my shit, you Probably die
Yeah, I was so hungry, I got chicken from
Five guys
When that money first came in, I said I Couldn't believe my eyes
But deep down, I knew that it was a lie
I knew it was my time, I had to get up and go Grind
Hopefully by 2097, I'll be on the dime
Fuck around, I'll send you straight to heaven
Then I'll speed up time
They done gassed you up, had you thinkin' You was fire
Yeah, he wanna fist fight but he rolled up With a pipe
I ain't gonna say how I did him, but I smoked Him right
Yeah that boy so scared he gotta sleep with
A nightlight
He was pocket watchin' like that shit was
Fuckin' televised
You seen the racks with your very own eyes
Now say it bruh, am I really fuckin' lyin'? Keep playin' with me, I will drop you off in
The lake
Then I'll text your job, tell him that you
Gon' be late
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Writer(s): Preston Hranicky
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