If I'm Lying, I'm Flying ft. KVII Lyrics

These bitches, they lying (Lie, lie)

Why you wan’ lie (Lie, lie)

If I’m lying, I’m flying

Boy, you gon’ die

I’m putting that nine

Right on yo’ spine

On yo’ neck like a tie

Boy, you gon’ die

What, you wan’ do something, nigga (What you gon’ do)

You don’t wan’ do nothing, nigga (You don’t wan’ do nothing)

Boy, you a bitch

I’m fucking yo’ bitch

I’m finna hit (Smash)

I’m fucking the clit (I really am)

We in the mosh pit (I really am)

We in the ditch (I really am)

You in a ditch, play with me, you get a stitch

Boy, you a bitch (You know it)

You ain’t really tryna mix (At all)

Handy Manny, yeah, I’m keeping the tools, you get a fix

Wah, wah, wah, wah

Nigga crying like a baby

Nigga talking way too lazy

‘Cause I’m off of the drink (I’m gone)

Off of the drink, nigga, I’m blowing on stank (Blow, blow)

Blowing that dank, smoking propane out the tank

Fuck do you think, yeah

What do you think, yeah

What do you mean, bitch I am high off a bean

I’m high off the lean, sipping that shit got me geeked (Uh-huh)

Your bitch fucked the team because we getting motherfuckin’ money

Making shit jump like a bungee

Laughing at shit, it’s not funny

Laughing at shit get you smacked

I promise I’m packing my strap (I promise)

I promise I pack me a gat and spell my name backwards, i bet that it’s M.A.K (I promise)

That means I carry a Mac (I swear)

I bet that we count all the loot (I bet)

I bet that we get to the cheese (I bet)

Yo’ bitch say we got all the juice (I bet)

And, I bet that that bitch, she gon’ choose

But, she still gon’ fuck on the team

I got a glock with a beam

I bet it’s gon’ knock off your spleen

I bet we count motherfuckin’ commas

I ride in all black like Obama

Wah, wah, wah, wah

Now, a nigga need his momma

Pussy nigga need his momma (You know it)

Sipping wock out the bottle (You know it)

Nigga, I’m going full throttle

Nigga a baby like Sada

Nigga, I’m getting that cream, now

Everything not what it seem, now

I’m going dumb, Charlie Sheen, now

Purple drink with the lean, now

I’m going hard, grab the rebound

I’m balling out like Kareem, now

Tell her open her eyes, she can see now

I bet that I buy her Céline now

We pull up with chopper extensions

I came a long way from getting hit with them switches

I don’t fuck with ratting, I’m not with the snitching

My niggas, we with it and we ‘bout the business (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We ‘bout the business

I put a bag on yo’ head now

Pussy nigga, you’d be dead now

I ain’t hearing what you saying now

Money long like a dread now

I ain’t got time for the talking

Pussy nigga, get to walking

She on my page and she stalking (Stalk, stalk)