lie 2 me

I be gettin comas

You don't want da drama

Pull up wit dat drum bruh

Whippin round, downtown

LA wit yo momma

Ya u a bitch u a llama

No i don't wanna talk bruh

Ya i'm laughin my ass off

Right to the bank

Ya she text me her location

She wan kick it but she stank

Ya i'm smokin on dat loud pack

Too loud i can't think

Ya u talkin shit online like

GO OUTSIDE UR STINKY!

I feel like a boss

Put a ring up on my pinky

Tell ur mum get off my back

She clingy

I got bands huh?

Fingers to my racks they sticky

Nah i keep dat fuckin blicky

Right in my pocket with me

Ya i'm posted wit my sillyteam

Posted wit my silly beam

Bullets make u silly scream

And nah i don't think that

You'll make it out alive, no

Ya i never thought that you

Would ever lie to me

Do u see me lying here

Desperately

I need a drink or just to go

And get some air to breathe

I don't think ur feelin me

Once again im posted up

Onna yacht, wit my sillyteam