No Lies Lyrics

Run in yo trap & we looking for bricks

Make tha wrong move & get hit w that sticc

I beat tha pot beat the blocc with my wrist

Them niggas cappin ain't really on shit

I wake up er day get that cake & I'm straight

Im chief in my hood niggas ain't having rank

We got chops we got gloccs all we need is a tank

Bitch I Catch me a play & head straight to the bank

We got good dope junkies havin them frog eyes

Im that young nigga with mob ties

And we sellin chiccens

We sell out like Popeyes

This 30 be knoccin down five guys

Aim at his top since he nice guy

Catch you some shells for a high 5

Aye them niggas cap guys

When I hop in the booth I don't tell no lies

Them niggas bitches they getting extorted

I might kill that lil boy call that shit a abortion

Bitch I trap & I scam everyday get my portion

I just fucc n I leave cuz that bitch get annoying

I just bust on teeth and I leave it like ointment

If it ain't bout a bag then that shit ain't important

Threw some gold on my mouth on my necc I feel gorgeous

He get hit w the sticc we tote gloccs not no tarus

Gotta watch out for snitches these boys be recording

I be trappin I just sent some P's to new Orleans

Im in love w the pacc like the 14 of February

Nigga say he robbed me I know that shit was neverruary

I be fresh to death everyday like a sanctuary

Sippin red red like blood like Mary Mary

Niggas bummy like ashy larry

And these niggas bitches like Tyler Perry

And these niggas mad cuz they know I'm the truth

Bitch I'm hanging with killas I hang with troops

If I pull on yo blocc what you finna do

Big 223 not no 22

Either you or me I'ma win not lose

Take his head off if he break the rules

Woke up in the morning he was on the news

If you was in my shoes

You wouldn't know what to do

Run in yo trap & we looking for bricks

Make tha wrong move & get hit w that sticc

I beat tha pot beat the blocc with my wrist

Them niggas cappin ain't really on shit

I wake up er day get that cake & I'm straight

Im chief in my hood niggas ain't having rank

We got chops we got gloccs all we need is a tank

Bitch I Catch me a play & head straight to the bank

We got good dope junkies havin them frog eyes

Im that young nigga with mob ties

And we sellin chiccens

We sell out like Popeyes

This 30 be knoccin down five guys

Aim at his top since he nice guy

Catch you some shells for a high 5

Aye them niggas cap guys

When I hop in the booth I don't tell no lies