"What You Lying For ?" lyrics
(It's a Wayne beat)
Ayy, what you cappin' for?
And, why you always fuckin' lyin'? (Elijah)
Like, why you be lyin'? (Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Like, what?
Why you be lyin' for no reason? Goddamn
Why you be lyin', I'm j- shit
Why you be lyin' for no reason? What you lyin' for?
Them niggas got a lil' money, but they be dyin' though
I put my bitch on PJ, she the flyest ho
Ayy, for real, like what the fuck these niggas lyin' for?
He was broke when he was livin' and he died broke
I ain't have shit when I was born, I ain't dyin' broke
Like, how is you lookin' for beef and you hidin' though?
I got into it while I'm drinkin' lean, got me fightin' slow
I got into it with the drank, I had to fight a four
Huh... huh... huh... This nigga dyin' slow
I seen him take his last breath, his soul left his body
I'm in the strip club with a pole in my pocket
Told bro, "This shit on the ground, I think somebody dropped it"
You better not drop the ball
My opp called the police, he got the cops involved
Shit
I seen niggas die, with my own eyes
One, two- his ass got shot with a .45
My opp got shot so many times, it's like he won't die
This nigga actin' like he know Monti, how you know 5?
That's my blood bousin
I can tell this a money call by the phone buzzin'
Shit
And you can tell this gun big by the pole jumpin'
I tried to teach yo' ass the game 'cause you don't know nothin'
Somebody died last night around 4-somethin'
But I don't know nothin'
Somebody creepin' up the stairs, that's my ho comin'?
Fifty-thousand ain't shit, that's my ho money
That's what my bitch got
And Mike got a Cuban on with a big lock
And he got three eggs in one, but it was six shots
Bitch, I step on so much shit, I need big socks
This nigga pulled up with a fugazi ass big watch
I seen this nigga whole kit on FakeWatchBusters
He got fake J on
And I was finna let bro rap, but this Jay song
Coochie Man the superhero, put your cape on
I wanna fuck this bitch right now, I can't wait long
Trap got some autotune like a Drake song
The way I'm never at the crib, you'd think I hate home
You'd think I hate the crib
Tonight I'm havin' raw sex, I'm tryna make a kid
I'm tryna make a baby
The Glock need a seatbelt, it ain't got no safety
Bitch, you gon' make me-
Bitch, you gon' make me hit your muh'fuckin' friend
And if your friend coochie good, I'ma fuck again
I'm tryna fuck some twins
I'm tryna punch a Benz
Nigga tried to up a gun, I done punched his hand
Let me say it again
Ayy, I love the game so much, I'ma play it again
Then play it again
My lil' brother nine years old, but he be playin' wit' ten
My lil' nigga keep a drum, he play in a band
He died when he said somethin', he can't say it again
Ayy, bro, I can't really hear you, can you say it again?
We got caught in a jam
That nigga told like jam
This nigga ain't even a hamburger, he a piece of ham
I move the bag, deliver boxes like the pizza man
Ayy, it's gettin' cold outside I brought the heater in
My bitch pulled up with a baddie, can I meet yo' friend?
Let me see your hands, put your hands up
This a standoff, you better stand up
It was a handoff, I let Stan bust
I cut your hand off, you try steal somethin'
This nigga beggin' for a beat, I let him kill somethin'
I hit yo' bitch yesterday and she still cummin'
I got my paper on the car, but it's steal money
Fifty-thousand in my pocket, this real money
This other sixty-ball ain't mine, it's Rio money
But he let me hold it
This bitch opened up her legs, she finna let me fold her
I'm finna beat her down
I thought this bitch had a baby, why I don't see the child?
She never wit' 'em
My bitch found a new man, she think he better than me
"Why you think I had no kids?" 'Cause you never wit' 'em
I'm a shark, I see some bad bitches, I'm going fishin'
I'm finna pick some hoes
I don't let bitches come to me, I go get the hoes
And I hit the hoes
I don't just get the number
My nigga got locked up in June, he finna miss the summer
I got missin' money, where the money go?
We started off fast, end up fuckin' slow
I know you ain't dumb, but is you fuckin' slow?
And I don't wanna hit yo' bitch, but I fucked before
You could never know
You would never know
I live in the warzone, you would never go
This bitch finna cut her hair 'cause it don't ever grow
I like Atlanta in the winter, it don't ever snow
Ayy, what you cappin' for?
And, why you always fuckin' lyin'? (Elijah)
Like, why you be lyin'? (Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Like, what?
Why you be lyin' for no reason? Goddamn
Why you be lyin', I'm j- shit
Why you be lyin' for no reason? What you lyin' for?
Them niggas got a lil' money, but they be dyin' though
I put my bitch on PJ, she the flyest ho
Ayy, for real, like what the fuck these niggas lyin' for?
He was broke when he was livin' and he died broke
I ain't have shit when I was born, I ain't dyin' broke
Like, how is you lookin' for beef and you hidin' though?
I got into it while I'm drinkin' lean, got me fightin' slow
I got into it with the drank, I had to fight a four
Huh... huh... huh... This nigga dyin' slow
I seen him take his last breath, his soul left his body
I'm in the strip club with a pole in my pocket
Told bro, "This shit on the ground, I think somebody dropped it"
You better not drop the ball
My opp called the police, he got the cops involved
Shit
I seen niggas die, with my own eyes
One, two- his ass got shot with a .45
My opp got shot so many times, it's like he won't die
This nigga actin' like he know Monti, how you know 5?
That's my blood bousin
I can tell this a money call by the phone buzzin'
Shit
And you can tell this gun big by the pole jumpin'
I tried to teach yo' ass the game 'cause you don't know nothin'
Somebody died last night around 4-somethin'
But I don't know nothin'
Somebody creepin' up the stairs, that's my ho comin'?
Fifty-thousand ain't shit, that's my ho money
That's what my bitch got
And Mike got a Cuban on with a big lock
And he got three eggs in one, but it was six shots
Bitch, I step on so much shit, I need big socks
This nigga pulled up with a fugazi ass big watch
I seen this nigga whole kit on FakeWatchBusters
He got fake J on
And I was finna let bro rap, but this Jay song
Coochie Man the superhero, put your cape on
I wanna fuck this bitch right now, I can't wait long
Trap got some autotune like a Drake song
The way I'm never at the crib, you'd think I hate home
You'd think I hate the crib
Tonight I'm havin' raw sex, I'm tryna make a kid
I'm tryna make a baby
The Glock need a seatbelt, it ain't got no safety
Bitch, you gon' make me-
Bitch, you gon' make me hit your muh'fuckin' friend
And if your friend coochie good, I'ma fuck again
I'm tryna fuck some twins
I'm tryna punch a Benz
Nigga tried to up a gun, I done punched his hand
Let me say it again
Ayy, I love the game so much, I'ma play it again
Then play it again
My lil' brother nine years old, but he be playin' wit' ten
My lil' nigga keep a drum, he play in a band
He died when he said somethin', he can't say it again
Ayy, bro, I can't really hear you, can you say it again?
We got caught in a jam
That nigga told like jam
This nigga ain't even a hamburger, he a piece of ham
I move the bag, deliver boxes like the pizza man
Ayy, it's gettin' cold outside I brought the heater in
My bitch pulled up with a baddie, can I meet yo' friend?
Let me see your hands, put your hands up
This a standoff, you better stand up
It was a handoff, I let Stan bust
I cut your hand off, you try steal somethin'
This nigga beggin' for a beat, I let him kill somethin'
I hit yo' bitch yesterday and she still cummin'
I got my paper on the car, but it's steal money
Fifty-thousand in my pocket, this real money
This other sixty-ball ain't mine, it's Rio money
But he let me hold it
This bitch opened up her legs, she finna let me fold her
I'm finna beat her down
I thought this bitch had a baby, why I don't see the child?
She never wit' 'em
My bitch found a new man, she think he better than me
"Why you think I had no kids?" 'Cause you never wit' 'em
I'm a shark, I see some bad bitches, I'm going fishin'
I'm finna pick some hoes
I don't let bitches come to me, I go get the hoes
And I hit the hoes
I don't just get the number
My nigga got locked up in June, he finna miss the summer
I got missin' money, where the money go?
We started off fast, end up fuckin' slow
I know you ain't dumb, but is you fuckin' slow?
And I don't wanna hit yo' bitch, but I fucked before
You could never know
You would never know
I live in the warzone, you would never go
This bitch finna cut her hair 'cause it don't ever grow
I like Atlanta in the winter, it don't ever snow
