Stop Lying

Too much haters, not enough ammo

Anybody can go, girls hopping low

Lying

I'm never let them know when I'm getting gwap

You won't see I ball like Fetty Wap

Won't you come my way, baby won't you come my way

Thinks I like to two shades, I cannot get you outta my brain

Married to the money, my bae

Lets have kids everyday

Shit, I had to give that a replay

Rumours these pagons no like me

Cos modalys been the nigga since the 90's

Giving steam, looking like she's ninety

She’s sixteen but she’s looking like she’s nineteen

These young girls looking grown, you got I.D?

Everyone's the same who's different

Everyone's claiming who's gripping, Who?

You think I give a fuck about you and your thinking

You're just some broke nigga in some new true religion

I feel in love with my stat bitch

She said she feel in love with my ad libs

I know these rap boys just chat shit

That ain't really new just a cat fish

These niggas rapping bout p & q's

Claiming that they squeeze and shoot

I don't believe them yutes, I can't believe them guys

I can't believe them lies

If a Muslim shoots then they say he's just a terrorist

White boy shoots then they claim he's on some heroin

He's just a mad man

I feed my niggas, cos I hate fishing

I swear the feds should get locked up for racism

And gun shot if you ain't women

Should've went to the [?] and stayed in

Long story short them niggas caught me with a weapon

Never had nothing so I had to keep it stepping

And I picked a board and I licked

Where as mo shit the feds just nicked it, for what?

They wanna treat the other guy like he's the victim, what the fuck

I'm thinking oh my days, I just got nick fourth grade

Not another case

I wanna [?] above my head, now the zone out cos the cctv

[?] how I've got gel I don't know how

And then my mum gets a phone call

Yo the kids got thrown out, what?

She said the kids got thrown out, what?

And yo the kids got thrown out, hey yo the kids got thrown out

Ahh

Yeah I'm living in the best way

Fucked up with the feds calling feds [?]

I remember asking mummy can I get those

Started selling drugs when she said no

Yeah it's mad now I flipped out

I went from listening to Chipmunk and Chris Brown

And now I'm chilling in Chip's house

Yeah I've come down for, I'm just a ganster with banter

All these niggas wanna rap about guns

All these niggas wanna rap about

Blah, blah, blah

But they don't really sell cocoa

They don't really let shells go

Blah, blah, blah

You're dissing her in front of your bros

But in the bedroom your going down low

Ah brother we don't do them things

Ah brother we don't do that nah, nah, nah

Stop lying, blah, blah, blah

Stop lying, blah, blah, blah