Too Many Lies

Bands

ST (Senseii)

Brrap

Brix'

(I'm 'bout to get real disrespectful in this motherf-)

TN

T1

Boy

Mhm

Brrt

I'm like, "You know the facts"

LD's back, they ain't coming outside (you know)

You ain't had beef then gripped on a burger

And stepped outside with twenty-five fries

Slapped me a rapper, he ran to the feds

Now he's out here rapping 'bout too much pride

He lied, he lied

Turning them off, we tried, we tried (we tried)

Yo, I'm likе, "How many man got fried?" (How many?)

T1's on the wing, just got done thе Op, done it so disguised (that's right)

My young G's putting in work with his borer

Causing trauma, I was so surprised

Slim got four for the price of one

Tell your friends, "Slide back," 'cah it's overtime

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Keep your arse on the streets, you'll get over bine

Two dot-dots, side by side (mhmm)

Over and under and side by side (side)

They try run, but they never got far, so they both got boy side by side

Ten years, I been letting them know

How we bully this beef, not once did I lie

Get bagged, I denied, I just throw them racks

And it's hammers they rise (they rise)

That's more than a figure of speech

Try light up his skin like I hit it with bleach (boy)

One hand on the wap, one hand on the wheel

Little bro said he still tryna do it like me (skrrt, skrrt, boy)

They all know what I do on these streets

I mash up the roads and I mash up the beats (mhmm)

Broski jeet down my man's girl

Now she wanna dance with the OSGs

She wanna dance with the drillers

Her bredrin's packed and she slept with the killers (stretch)

Kway back, I put one in the headie, before rap, I been that nigga (ayy)

I can tell you 'bout war in the W

Me and M went there with matchig spinners (mhmm)

Three man downs, one-forty banged (boy, boy, boy, boy)

I'm like, "You know the facts"

LD's back, they ain't coming outside (you know)

You ain't had beef then gripped on a burger

And stepped outside with twenty-five fries (grr)

Slapped me a rapper, he ran to the feds

Now he's out here rapping 'bout too much pride (uh, uh)

He lied, he lied

Turning them off, we tried, we tried (we tried)

Yo, I'm likе, "How many man got fried?" (How many?)

T1's on the wing, just got done thе Op, done it so disguised (that's right)

My young G's putting in work with his borer

Causing trauma, I was so surprised (ayy)

Slim got four for the price of one

Tell your friends, "Slide back," 'cah it's overtime

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Keep your arse on the streets, you'll get over bine

The ting jams up, just cock it back (glee)

Op's shoot first, tell bro-bro, "Knock it back" (boy, boy)

I know you're not like that, just stop it, akh (stop it)

Tell my lil' bro, "Shoot him and lock it back" (ayy, lock it)

Jummer rocket that, PR pocket that

Bro caught him, whipped him, and shot him bad (they know)

SJ's ten plus, they got him mad (ayy, free him)

Boogz went outside and dropped a man (ayy)

Yo, swing my knife in your face and rip it through

If your friend backs it, I'll give him two (ying that)

We turn up the streets, we kill all my peoples in the mood (boy)

Tie him up, fry him up, fly in the boot

One hot clip, hot bells fly into you (bine, bine)

They ain't on shit, Bando, I been the truth

Nigga, stop capping all in the booth (bine)

Yo, we drop people, they say my block's evil

Ding dongs petrol, should've been diesel

Fill it up, lean out, crime scene lethal

When the Op's all die, I can live peaceful

We can never be cool, hell no (nah)

I'm making it rain, hailstones (yeah)

I do it for all of my jail bros

You know the vibes, can't wait 'til Vellz home

I'm like, "You know the facts"

LD's back, they ain't coming outside (you know)

You ain't had beef then gripped on a burger

And stepped outside with twenty-five fries (grr)

Slapped me a rapper, he ran to the feds

Now he's out here rapping 'bout too much pride (Uh, uh)

He lied, he lied

Turning them off, we tried, we tried (we tried)

Yo, I'm likе, "How many man got fried?" (How many?)

T1's on the wing, just got done thе Op, done it so disguised

My young G's putting in work with his borer

Causing trauma, I was so surprised (ayy)

Slim got four for the price of one

Tell your friends, "Slide back," 'cah it's overtime

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Keep your arse on the streets, you'll get over bine

You know the fucking vibes

Brrt

Boy