RATHER LIE (Reference Track)

[Intro: AI PinkPantheress]

Could we make up in my bed?

Or I could find someone to help me instead

Now we're making up in my bedroom

I'll find someone who reminds me of you

[Verse 1: AI Playboi Carti]

She wanna fuck, let's make up

Ex got a problem? Tell him say sum'

House in the Hills, we could lay up

Bae, you could stay, we could play fun

She don't [mumbling], anything she want, I can get done

Hunnid red racks in the bando, hunnid red racks in the bando

Oh, you like that? Hunnid red bands in a red bag

100K 'fore I get a Ray-Ban, [mumbling]

She tryna break like a Kit-Kat

She tryna speed, gеttin' me— uh

I'm on yo' beep', gettin' me— uh

Hеard you, let's beam, gettin' me— uh

I'm in yo' thot getting bool

In the top, we could swim in the pool

In the penthouse, I'm lovin' on you

Said she fuckin', she fuckin' with me

Nobody know I'll lie for you than [mumbling]

Chrome Hearts on the vibe, [mumbling], yeah, you stuck

How you gon' make it stop?

Baby, know that you fuck with a star

Baby, know that you fuck with a star

[Chorus: BBYKOBE]

I'd rather lie to you than lose you, girl

[Verse 2: AI Playboi Carti]

Uh, how you gon' fuck just to make up?

Six-foot model, no makeup

I could put you on a pay stub, I can get you like—

I could put you on a pay stub, I can get you like—

Sittin' on paper, I'ma just sit on paper

Up just like skyscraper, I'm on the air like a 'scraper

She on a roll like a favor

Know I'm a hot boy

Top of this shit, don't talk, boy

Heard she got run like a lap, boy

We out in London like Top Boy

She wanna sit like a Rottweiler, Rottweiler, big dog

I'm back on the track getting off like this

I'm back on the lean, I'ma talk like this

I'm back on that shit, I'ma walk like this

House or the Bentley, I can fuck like this

Niggas get mad, be like "Up that bitch"

These niggas mad 'cause I offed this bitch

This nigga mad 'cause I fucked her

House in the Flat, wonder

I'm digging deep like a plunger

I'm getting a lot, bando

I be inside of yo' bag, how you [mumbling]?

Know I want you back, and she wanna make up

I know your feelings, this true love, I'll give you my kidney

Wrist filled of love, feel my—, feel me?

I'm off the lean and molly at the same damn time, I couldn't even stay up

Wrist in the free load, I was on top for some time

Then I got off, got to grinding

Topping off shit, like I slide that

Uh, hol' on, bite back

Heard she got bite, tell her, "Bite back"

This your song, recite that, I'm hard just like that

Give you my card, tell her, "Swipe that"

It ain't just you, it's me

I ain't me, it's you, I don't know how to say it

I'd rather lie than lose you

I'd rather—, I'd rather— uh, yeah

I'd rather lie than lose you

I'd rather—, I'd rather— uh, uh

[Chorus: BBYKOBE]

I'd rather lie to you than lose you, girl, yeah

I'd rather lie than confuse you, girl

You came around just to use me, girl

You want Chanel then? Your move, girl

Uh, I asked you, "Why did you misuse me?", girl

Uh, uh, yeah, I'd rather

I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie

I'd rather—, huh, I'd rather—

I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie

(I'd rather lie to you than lose you, girl)

(I'd rather lie than con—)