Not Gon' Lie To You (prod.dlm) Lyrics

(So look, up inside of the kitchen, that nigga is whippin', shit, I wanna know, damn

bitch, on the muhfuckin' road)

Hold on, bitch live from checks to the floor

So you got a hoe on the road, said, throw all these checks to the floor

Then slow down

So you got a hoe on the road

Said throw all them checks to the floor, then slow down

Cute bitch I might beat this shit up in the kitchen my nigga I'm onto like 4 now

(Cute bitch might turn to nothing, and nothing don't turn to nothing)

If something don't turn to nothing I think I might fall away

This ain't 51st

For better or worse

I put this bitch inside a curse

(And so what?)

So what?

If all that she thinking about is on me when she kissing all up on her new nigga

New bitch I been actin' a fool with her

New bitch, I don't know what to do with her

New bitch that I thought I knew

Used old bitch

It's all the

All the same

Fuck am I talkin' about on my nigga, I think that I already know so

Same shit, with a lame bitch, I might lane switch

Switch up on that

Switch up on that shit like it's a mag

(Yuh, we locked in)

(Ayy look)

Get with us, Shit, I can show you around

Spin, Spin it up

Nigga, we look like the cinemas

Tell all them bitches they can't never get with us

Spin this shit back then

Know that them bitches, they tryna fuck but all them niggas, they tryna fuckin' overlap me

(Fuckin' overlap me)

Ain't no cap in the rap all them bitches that's fuckin' with me, tryna throw this shit back

So, all I know it's that then

All you want is wraps

And all

I get's the back-end why you actin' like a savage and I

Can't even manage so

(Can't even manage so)

So you got a hoe on the road

Said throw all them checks to the floor, then slow down

Cute bitch I might beat this shit up in the kitchen my nigga I'm onto like 4 now

(cute bitch might turn to nothing, and nothing don't turn to nothing)

If something don't turn to nothing I think I might fall away

Might feel like all a game

All the same

Bitches that I want

Why the fuck these bitches

All the same

Every single time so

Why the fuck these bitches

(All the)

All a fuckin game so

Bitch shot callin'

A young nigga on his land shit I can't even stop the ballin'

I might just switch the plans

Guillotine

Clout fiend

I might get em back

(How many)

How many times do I gotta tell all of these niggas that I really don't give a fuck

How many times do I gotta tell all of these niggas that I'm finna run this shit up

All a fuckin game so

Bitch shot callin'

A young nigga on his land shit I can't even stop the ballin'

(Something's wrong)

Something's wrong

I know that something's wrong

Something's wrong

Something's wrong

(I know that something's wrong so why you ain't been bothering)

(I know that something's wrong so why you ain't been bothering)

Bitch its fuck 12, Ain't doublin' on Six

Ain't nothing stoppin' me

(Know that something's wrong so why you ain't been bothering)

(Know that something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong)

Up inside of the kitchen, that nigga is whippin'

Shit, I wanna know

Damn

Bitch, on the muhfuckin' road, Hold on, bitch live from checks to the floor

(To the floor)

(So you got a hoe on the road, said, throw all these checks to the floor

Then slow down)

So you got a hoe on the road

Said throw all them checks to the floor, then slow down

Long road, Long road

Long fuckin' journey

Bad hoe

Ain't ever hurt me

But I'd be a liar so

I'm not gon' lie to you

(I'm not gon' lie to you)

(I'm not gon' lie to you)