y dey lie

Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Bruh & KirbLaGoop] Lying, I just really feel like niggas be fuckin' lying bruh (Fuck) Man, they all fake Niggas be kicking the wheel (Niggas kicking the wheel, gang) Pssh, everybody out here faking man Straps, drugs, and shit Whole world, shit man, whole world fucking pie The fuck nigga? Candy ass boy Fuck nigga lying Yo' punk ass boy I ain't worried (I feel like, nigga I'on be lying, nigga) Skee, skee Goop, Yung Bruh Most these nigga, uh, on my mom nigga, don't be doing what they talk about Man, Yung Bruh all these boys pussy I don't believe shit these boys sayin' man Tell 'em how you feel [Chorus: Yung Bruh & KirbLaGoop] I feel like most you niggas don't be doin' what you talk about Say you rob, say you steal, say you drug dealin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom) I feel like most you niggas don't be doin' what you talk about (Hahaha) Say you puffin' hella dope, fuckin' hella hoes (Where yo' hoes at?) I feel like most you niggas don't be doin' what you talk about Where you at? Said you in the trap, you that nigga pushin' sacks (You know I still [?]) I feel like most you niggas don't be doin' what you talk about (Hahaha) What you talk about, what you talk about (What the fuck? man all these rappers pussy) [Interlude: Yung Bruh & KirbLaGoop] Aye, KirbLaGoop man why the fuck these niggas be lying man? Man, I don't know bruh, pussy Yung Bruh Fuck nigga, blah, blah, tryna get some pussy, some clout I don't even understand this shit (Haha) Blah, blah, fuck shit, shut the fuck up Everybody sweet, everybody pie (Skee, skee) Ain't flexin' on shit Miss, miss me with that shit (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) [Verse: KirbLaGoop] I know that most you pussies don't really live what you talk about Leave that shit alone before I run up in yo' fucking house [?] fuck a judge Woadie really hold a grudge, 'cause I fucked his bitches butt (Hahahaha) [?] stick molly [?] [?] Cats push crack, I done done all that (I did all that) [?] don't touch my people, my boy [?] bust that Eagle (Tututututu) I ain't fucking with them drugs, we some thugs [?] (I got so many) What y'all need? I can serve, make it work, hit my chirp (Serve, serve, serve, serve) Ounces under my shirt, and my hoe keep her up her skirt (You don't gotta do it) Yee ain't real, tote no steel, boy ain't really boomin' (Haha) Why you lie 'bout you doin'? Best relax before I get to shooting (Tutututu) [Chorus: Yung Bruh] I feel like most you niggas don't be doin' what you talk about Say you rob, say you steal, say you drug dealin' I feel like most you niggas don't be doin' what you talk about Say you puffin' hella dope, fuckin' hella hoes I feel like most you niggas don't be doin' what you talk about Where you at? Said you in the trap, you that nigga pushin' sacks I feel like most you niggas don't be doin' what you talk about [Outro: Yung Bruh] Fuck man, stop that fuckin' lying, man Shit pointless, nigga Yo' momma gon' beat yo' ass, keep fucking lying like that, nigga goddamn