"Not The Best Liar" lyrics
(It's a Wayne beat)
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Stand on business, I know a nigga who bought more weight than Planet Fitness
Rich nigga, off a blue Xanax bar, finna wreck a Bentley
Like how the fuck you gon' hate on me and I ain't have a penny? I ain't have a nickel
Nowadays, I'm payin' Mr. Lee, give her ass a nickel, give her ass a dime
Boy, this the wrong street, turn your ass around
You wanna stand on me, they gotta pat you down
I was a regular hood nigga, I'm a rapper now
Just in case security guard ain't on point, I keep smackers 'round
My young nigga got his Asics on, he'll track you down
Make me know where you gettin' shot, I don't scrap around, right
You think I'm finna tell my kids another grown man smacked me down?
You see me with my white boy, it's some Act' around
These young hoes just wanna get turnt, go get Pat and Ron
Nah, they want Don Julio
1942 bottle, bar in the studio
I told lil' bro don't do the shit, he gon' do it, though
I told bro swoop down when I'm in Flint, he with Scooter, though
Any gun'll take your life, I got a Ruger on me
Like how the fuck you YN Jay cousin? Do Que Que know you?
Sent the nigga a open verse, he put doo-doo on it
Just hit lil' dog with a brick, I had a Lulu moment
Bitch, I know a real plug
A nigga never sold Rio cut, I got real drugs
This bitch talkin' in the background, fucked my reel up
Ain't understand the terms in the contract, I hit Will up
Finna do a verse
They say they need a cameraman, I hit Phil up
I took a fed bid, I ain't tell on my niggas, I was real, huh?
But I ain't break bread, so I ain't real, huh?
Miami Jewels, I was just at Fred's tryna steal somethin'
A switch'll make a nigga body twitch, I'll kill somethin'
This a real gun
Can't get a pipe, I shot a nigga with a nail gun
Like how the fuck is you my nephew? You not Trel son
Zay sent the beat, in five minutes, made a real song
Jame beat you with a thousand blues, that's for real, huh?
You say you got some real za, why I don't smell nothin'?
Yeah, you can't compare your bank account to mine, I made a M Monday
They put this car in neutral, the dash got a N on it
I ain't tryna start a war, I'm tryna end one
Bro hit me while I was tryna shoot, that's a and-one
So I made the shot
My lil' shooter kinda famous 'cause he made a block
I put the money in his hands
I swear to God I didn't...
I ain't intend for that one shit to happen, but a baby got
Don't call the phone for a three-five, go to the AP spot
Right now, I'm chillin' with my drunk hoes, I'm finna take a shot
I hit a bitch and never spend the night, yeah, don't stay a lot
Sometimes I pay for pussy, I don't pay a lot
You can't produce the paperwork, how you gon' say he hot?
I'm a eight in, I been up since 6 and it's 8 o'clock
Your pop light, you poured up eight drops, we drunk a baby bottle
I'm fucked up, I'll put ten band hit on my baby mama
I had a seminar with my young niggas, I ain't say a lot
He institutionalized, hit him in his mouth, he pulled a shank out
They shot his ass so much, he gon' catch fire
Just let me see the wheel, I'm the best driver
I BP all my cars, I'm not a vest buyer
Always get cut off by my hoes, not the best liar
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Stand on business, I know a nigga who bought more weight than Planet Fitness
Rich nigga, off a blue Xanax bar, finna wreck a Bentley
Like how the fuck you gon' hate on me and I ain't have a penny? I ain't have a nickel
Nowadays, I'm payin' Mr. Lee, give her ass a nickel, give her ass a dime
Boy, this the wrong street, turn your ass around
You wanna stand on me, they gotta pat you down
I was a regular hood nigga, I'm a rapper now
Just in case security guard ain't on point, I keep smackers 'round
My young nigga got his Asics on, he'll track you down
Make me know where you gettin' shot, I don't scrap around, right
You think I'm finna tell my kids another grown man smacked me down?
You see me with my white boy, it's some Act' around
These young hoes just wanna get turnt, go get Pat and Ron
Nah, they want Don Julio
1942 bottle, bar in the studio
I told lil' bro don't do the shit, he gon' do it, though
I told bro swoop down when I'm in Flint, he with Scooter, though
Any gun'll take your life, I got a Ruger on me
Like how the fuck you YN Jay cousin? Do Que Que know you?
Sent the nigga a open verse, he put doo-doo on it
Just hit lil' dog with a brick, I had a Lulu moment
Bitch, I know a real plug
A nigga never sold Rio cut, I got real drugs
This bitch talkin' in the background, fucked my reel up
Ain't understand the terms in the contract, I hit Will up
Finna do a verse
They say they need a cameraman, I hit Phil up
I took a fed bid, I ain't tell on my niggas, I was real, huh?
But I ain't break bread, so I ain't real, huh?
Miami Jewels, I was just at Fred's tryna steal somethin'
A switch'll make a nigga body twitch, I'll kill somethin'
This a real gun
Can't get a pipe, I shot a nigga with a nail gun
Like how the fuck is you my nephew? You not Trel son
Zay sent the beat, in five minutes, made a real song
Jame beat you with a thousand blues, that's for real, huh?
You say you got some real za, why I don't smell nothin'?
Yeah, you can't compare your bank account to mine, I made a M Monday
They put this car in neutral, the dash got a N on it
I ain't tryna start a war, I'm tryna end one
Bro hit me while I was tryna shoot, that's a and-one
So I made the shot
My lil' shooter kinda famous 'cause he made a block
I put the money in his hands
I swear to God I didn't...
I ain't intend for that one shit to happen, but a baby got
Don't call the phone for a three-five, go to the AP spot
Right now, I'm chillin' with my drunk hoes, I'm finna take a shot
I hit a bitch and never spend the night, yeah, don't stay a lot
Sometimes I pay for pussy, I don't pay a lot
You can't produce the paperwork, how you gon' say he hot?
I'm a eight in, I been up since 6 and it's 8 o'clock
Your pop light, you poured up eight drops, we drunk a baby bottle
I'm fucked up, I'll put ten band hit on my baby mama
I had a seminar with my young niggas, I ain't say a lot
He institutionalized, hit him in his mouth, he pulled a shank out
They shot his ass so much, he gon' catch fire
Just let me see the wheel, I'm the best driver
I BP all my cars, I'm not a vest buyer
Always get cut off by my hoes, not the best liar
