Lies Lyrics

Grrrr

Bow, bow

Told bro let's opp block tour catch a opp, and he's under attack

Told broski swerve then pop them doors I hop out the ford, I'm cutting his back

Buck into me, you're running your packed She's twerking on me, I'm loving her back

See me with a sword, slip up, it's long Get sent to the Lord, I'm smoking on that

Fuck Werribee police and fuck the judge They ain't free my G's, it gets fucked up when you

see this G We chef man down, they turned deceased

He got cook like fries and burger But I don't mean the cheesy cheese

Saw his face on the TV screen Put one in their head, no Christmas tree

We still tryna glide and get man Down send them, to the stars, no Christmas tree

Bro told me when shhh got pack Tyreese dash, and sneezy flee

While screaming why you leaving me? I'm not gonna lie, that cheeky G

You can't step for me or the G's You're the reason that he's deceased

We still opp block tour in melton If not then 53

Can't see him cause he's beneath On the back rods, we lean and squeeze

Why snitch to the fucking 9s? Why you think we call him EDP

H-Town, thots try teasing me But I ain't tryna die like Eazy-E

Flip them packs and move this food opp block tour, I'm moving loose

Pop them doors and run man down And if you're there, including you

He's a bitch, he runs on roads Just like that bird from Looney Tunes

Can't forget about that day AC M1 and Hoozie to

Told bro lets opp block tour Catch a opp, and he's underattack

Told broski swerve, then pop them doors I hop out the ford, I'm cutting his back

Buck into to me, you're running your packed She's twerking on me, I'm loving her back

See me with a sword, slip up its long get send to the Lord, I'm smoking on that

Told bro lets opp block tour Catch a opp, and he's underattack

Told broski swerve, then pop them doors I hop out the ford, I'm cutting his back

Buck into to me, you're running your packed She's twerking on me, I'm loving her back

See me with a sword, slip up its long get send to the Lord, I'm smoking on that