She's a Liar

(Yeah Yeah)
(Yeah, Yeah, Oh Oh)
(RIP Chris)
(Gang Gang)
(I'm fucking your bitch)

Prada my jacket I drip in attire
She say that she love me but she is a liar
Got ice on my neck, but I keep that fire
She moaning my name, she sound like the choir
She gave me her love but I guess it retired
Cause you know she ain't my day 1 rider
Codeine in my system, I always be tired
Money is first, you know that's required
I gave her my heart and my everything, but she ain't with me
So you know Lil Mango be getting the money now
I got a glock, put some switches up on it so I could shoot faster
You know that it's buttoned down
You know Lil Mango in love with the money sound
Liking my photos I guess that she love me now
I got a glock with a drum, hold 100 rounds
He was dissing on my name so we gun him down

I'm waking up to a check everyday, with your bitch in my bed
And she giving me throat
Yeah, I heard that he wanted smoke
But that boy a bitch, cause he always doing the most
And he can left in the post
While me and his bitch go swerve in the ghost
And he can get hit, right up by the ropes
I'm getting money yeah I bet that they know that
30 on me that's a throwback
Whipping the Rafe and I blow past
Your bitch know my name, that's no cap
Go look at the numbers, they GOAT stats
Yeah I'm the MVP, I know they envy me
I got a glock on my waist if he step to me
Nike my feet, cause I'm keeping that check with me
I know these Percocet's gon' be the death of me
Thank you to God cause he always be blessing me
Hallow tips, plus your head, that's a recipe
Your boyfriend a bitch, you know that he less of me
And Mango her favorite, cause she always mention me
In love with the Percocet's, popping the ecstasy
I got a bitch from the south, her name Stephanie
I know he mad cause his girl always texting me
But that's alright bro, you'll get her next week
Yeah, It's time to run it up
The money come in, but it's not enough
Perciana' pour it up in the cup
We catch an op and then we rolling him up
She said she love me, but I don't feel the love
Got 8 grams, I'm abusing the drugs
Give him the clip if he think that he tough
She ain't loyal so I ain't finna trust
Walk in, get the money and walk out
Poppin', yeah they mad I'm a dropout
Dissing on me, tell that lil boy to pipe down
Call me Drake, cause I'm doing it right now
Tank with him, we gon' give a him a knockout
Too hot, but you know that I'm iced out
We getting money like boy what you talking about?
He jealous that I got a watch, so we clock him out

Prada my jacket I drip in attire
She say that she love me but she is a liar
Got ice on my neck, but I keep that fire
She moaning my name, she sound like the choir
She gave me her love but I guess it retired
Cause you know she ain't my day 1 rider
Codeine in my system, I always be tired
Money is first, you know that's required

(Yeah, Bitch)
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, She A Liar)
(Prada how I'm stepping, yeah I be on fire)
(She moaning my name she sound like the choir)
(RIP Chris)