9lokknine — Why You LYING

[Intro] We gon' play with them pistols We smoking dank in my liver We get shit wet like the river We get shit wet like the river I'm with the shit like Austin Rivers [Chorus] On my side, its getting wicked, nigga slide Momma told that boy to shake the city, so he ridin On that Mac it be a titty, show no pity when we divin' Roll yo body in the gang and before he hit it why you hidin? OG Nine we dropping bags, no I don't bitch why you lying? And this collar, popping tags, spent 5 racks on my designer And put 15 up on yo ass boy, that's yo ass after we find him Make shit sizzle off the drip and no lil rizzle on my timing Them fuck nigga that gon' hate me, let em hate me that's they problem I'm fucking on a cougar and lil' jat its his momma You know them K's they go through big but them AR's they bout that drama I fuck with Don that boy my ace, you know, my spade all I do call 'em [Verse 1] Lil' Fleezy die down, oh it's the right time, oh she'll drop that strap on anybody right now OD my lifeline And let Lil Leak out Glock with a dick its tryna' piss, don't let him peak out He drove a stolen through them yellow lines a street now They know G-Nine a whole a felon where the G9 They know lil OD got 2 7 40 piece now I bought my momma a new house I got the leash now I told em rack em up Nigga run up on Nine watch how I back em up Black as fuck, yeah I know my skin tone but I'm gon' wack wassup These diamonds dancing, yeah you see G-Nine, that boy be shining hard My pistol with me, whatever you think it is boy, that ain't what it was [Chorus] On my side, its getting wicked, nigga slide Momma told that boy to shake the city, so he ridin On that Mac it be a titty, show no pity when we divin' Roll yo body in the gang and before he hit it why you hidin? OG Nine we dropping bags, no I don't bitch why you lying? And this collar, popping tags, spent 5 racks on my designer And put 15 up on yo ass boy, that's yo ass after we find him Make shit sizzle off the drip and no lil rizzle on my timing Them fuck nigga that gon' hate me, let em hate me that's they problem I'm fucking on a cougar and lil' jat its his momma You know them K's they go through big but them AR's they bout that drama I fuck with Don that boy my ace, you know, my spade all I do call 'em [Verse 2] Oh you know spacesticks I'm playing trunk, you on some Donald Trump slave shit I call my cook, he cook shit up, that boy go crazy I set the path, you niggas follow, walk the pavement I say this path is how the fuck G-Nine made it We on that streetlight, we the ones who fucking claim it Fall out squeek , that's on she squeek that's on my baby More straps than the army and the Navy They better come with a lil' army, get cremated My momma said Jacquavius baby you famous I got a brother named Lil Block, boy he gon swang it And J-Beezy he gon shit we call him anus How Huncho he swing that stick, he ain't gotta aim it Nigga slidin' in my city for a payment Make your boy vacant, make him rearrange his stay-in I'm tired of fakers, why the fuck these niggas faking? [Chorus] On my side, its getting wicked, nigga slide Momma told that boy to shake the city, so he ridin On that Mac it be a titty, show no pity when we divin' Roll yo body in the gang and before he hit it why you hidin? OG Nine we dropping bags, no I don't bitch why you lying? And this collar, popping tags, spent 5 racks on my designer And put 15 up on yo ass boy, that's yo ass after we find him Make shit sizzle off the drip and no lil rizzle on my timing Them fuck nigga that gon' hate me, let em hate me that's they problem I'm fucking on a cougar and lil' jat its his momma You know them K's they go through big but them AR's they bout that drama I fuck with Don that boy my ace, you know, my spade all I do call 'em