What You Lying For ?

Lyrics

[Intro] (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? [Verse] 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 takе his last breath, his soul left his body I'm in the strip club with a polе 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