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no lie

no lie

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What's brackin'?

B-Loc and Bentley, nigga know the business

Pop out, a nigga got brand-new [?]

Pull up to the A to get a brand-new bitch, huh, huh, hey

Huh, fuck, definitely need a brand new bitch

I would load up PC at six

I thought I was a lil' up boy

Corny-ass nigga, I'ma can it

Bring the glicks to the disco, make 'em panic

If I pop Perc, Crisco, I'm a medic

Fat-ass nigga, Cicso what I manage

When I pull up to the dispo', smell like damage

What you finna cop today? I'ma get the cabbage

Mix that with the shit now I'm lookin' lavish

Make sure every day I done make a balance

Miss her, I'ma make a lil' trip to Dallas (Huh, hey, uh)

Took her ass out, get a salad

If she bring that ass out, what she sell it?

Niggas eat it up like chopped cheese from a deli

Nigga got personalities like Melly

I'ma have a dilemma like I'm Nelly (Uh)

She a bad ting with a lil' belly

With this comin' I'm a motherfuckin' telly

Lil' bit nervous at the tummy

Tryna play me like a fool, like a dummy (Uh)

Bring sticks, I ain't talkin' pool, we can run it

Ripstick, I was so cool as a youngin'

Kickflip, too cool, dude off a 20

I'ma hit a 360 off a 30

Pop my shit, fly like a birdie

Uh, no lie

You ain't got money, don't lie

Bet that bitch is tryna play with my guys (Uh)

You ain't got nothin' on mine

No dollar, no penny, no dollar, no—

No dollar, no penny, no dime

No problem with no triflin' liar (Uh)

And I'm probably here, I'm fine

Huh, niggas wanna pull out money, tell me, "Pull a band out"

You a raisin-ass nigga, no bread, nah

Weird nigga pull up to my show, fanned out (Uh)

Lil' boy talkin' big on the 'Gram now

I'ma whoop that lil' ass like a grandma

I'ma do a lil' flex just to flex just to— oh

Do a lil' flex, make it spread out

Make a ham sandwich, pull the bread out

Boy can't see green, make a red dot

Got Glocky with a beam, got artillery

Got the whole military, brought my men out

I might run the campaign like I'm Hillary

Oh, I'ma be on this knee like henna

Should've put my ass in a fuckin' spelling bee

I be usin' words niggas never heard now (Uh)

I ain't heard what a fuckboy tellin' me

Stick, stones but words never hurt now

I'on know why they thought they was ahead of me

Got 'em on guillotine (Uh), know I burn now

Need good Perc, somethin' like amphetamine

Off a Addy, Addy, I just might burn out

Yeah, my old hoes nothin' but dead to me

All these other lil' hoes wanna turn now (Uh)

I watched the sky

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