9lokknine - Why you LYING

Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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?

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