[Intro]
Liar
Liar
[Bridge]
Claimin' that you're a gyalist
Claimin' that you're a gangster
Claimin' you gon' rob me
Claimin' that you're a Trapstar
Claimin' that you gon' shoot man
Claimin' that you gon' stab man
Stop it, you ain't no bad man
[Chorus]
Blud, you're a li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
[Verse 1]
Damn, fuck! Where's my mind gone?
I can't let bygones be bygones if niggas touch my darg
Grabbed by Shaitan
Wanna tell me suttin'? Please tell me later cah you just ate bacon
You can't whisper in my ear, no
That bitch aired me back then, ha, look who's gettin' aired now
"I swear I dipped that Yute"
So if you're gonna tell the story, nigga, please tell the truth, man
I can't trust nobody (Nobody)
I learned that the hard way (Hard way)
Riding out in broad day (Broad way)
They say they love me but it's all hate
They're screamin', "Gang gang"
But your gyal, they will fuck yours
Follow me, I follow you but we are not dargs
Madman, badman, then why you love talk?
Hotspice, spicy, she got the hot sauce
[Bridge]
Claimin' that you're a gyalist
Claimin' that you're a gangster
Claimin' you gon' rob me
Claimin' that you're a Trapstar
Claimin' that you gon' shoot man
Claimin' that you gon' stab man
Stop it, you ain't no bad man
[Chorus]
Blud, you're a li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Liar, liar
[Verse 2]
I can only spit the truth man, I can't lie (Can't lie)
Last night I thought of makin' it my last night
Blow me head off (Bang), but fuck that, I'm alive and feel better
Let's make these niggas jealous
Why you mad your gyal feelin' me? (Feelin' me)
What's all this gun talk about killin' me? (Killin' me)
Man will knock up on your door like, "Delivery" (Hello)
When you open the door "Agh, you're kidding me!" (Bang!)
Surprise, fucker! (Surprise)
You try tell me suck my mother
I'm with the real gun man, yeah, the eye shutter
These pagans prayin' that I fuck up, nice try, brudda
Ayy, me like bums and breasts (Bums), me like money and sex (Bonds)
I hate it when a girl say, "Squad", and these times, your squad looks dead (Fuck you)
[Bridge]
Claimin' that you're a gyalist
Claimin' that you're a gangster
Claimin' you gon' rob me
Claimin' that you're a Trapstar
Claimin' that you gon' shoot man
Claimin' that you gon' stab man
Stop it, you ain't no bad man
[Chorus]
Blud, you're a li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Blud, you're a li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
Li-li-li-li-liar (Liar)
[Refrain]
You claim you bang guns (Liar)
You claim you make funds (Liar)
You claim you ride out (Liar)
You claim you don't go down (Liar)
La-la-la-la-liar (Liar)
La-la-la-la-liar (Liar)
La-la-la-la-liar (Liar)
La-la-la-la-li-li-li-liar
B-B-Blud, you're a li-li-li-liar
Li-li-li-liar, li-li-li-liar, li-li-li-liar
[Outro]
Liar
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