"Ian Gone Lie" lyrics

I can't listen to nothing a rap nigga talmat
I spin that block, yeah from sunrise to sundown
'56 hit that boy, made that boy run out
Is we finna fuck on this bitch I'm like no doubt
Money in my pocket, yeah watch a nigga ball out
Made them killers pussy, yeah you know that was a callout
Glock hanging out a nigga hip but won't fall out
Talkin bout a kickdoor
I don't wanna pull up on a nigga kick the door down
Thought it was a robber not a shooter now you know now
Stick it get to bussin in the hood, that shit was sold out
Actin' you was a gangster but I bet I bring the hoe out
Black truck curbside four poles out
Bullets start flying and they all dove out
12 pulling through, I'm like what the fuck now
He ain't no gangster, niggas been capping their whole damn life
I ain't gon lie I sold my Glock for a pipe
I ain't gon lie I hit my bitch with the swipe
Black in my left hand, Glock in my right
That's yo bitch I'm not finna text her, she slight
Vamp shit, gon die bout this shit that's for life
Knocked him off [?]
You know I get two Glocks, you know I go rambo