[Verse 1: Capa]
If I said I had a 50 bag wardrobe, swear down I be lying
Banging on da tracky, I be banging out the line
In and out da spot, neighbours watching through the blinds
20 man deep, nah that's wet
2 man deep and a bird that can stretch
Never been subbed, I ain't fucked wit a bench
I was up front wit da shooters and the trench
Hench, duffle bag looking hench
2 birds in da ?, dats dench
I'm pissed off coz I gotta pay rent
Got a farm in da yard, calm steige, I'm bless, no stress
Smiley face, whip whip, put it in da microwave
I be lying if I said I didn't grind today
Got a new trap house that's a mile away
[Hook]
I ain't lying, I ain't lying
In the trap, bare pees multiplying
Niggas out here, ducking from the sirens
And my dargs got da big tings firing
I ain't lying, I ain't lying
In the trap, bare pees multiplying
Nigaas out here, ducking from the sirens
And my dargs got da big tings firing
[Verse 2: Littles]
I be lying if I said that I never hit the trap
I be lying if I said that I never held a strap
Nuff niggas just chat, bare gassing on tracks
They don't know about stacks, sellin' crack to da cats
Round here, you can get jerked for your packs
We do dirt, mash work in da flats
Rolling in the whip with da turns in my lap
Put da pump in your mouth, that's an asthma attack
You don't wanna see da bredders rolling
Coz da whip is stolen and da weapon's loaded
Down for whatever, no Kelly Rowland
Man will leave your body soaking when I let da nine scream
I be lying if I said I ain't about my cream
On da strip, to da fiends, shotting B, white ?
Feds tryna watch man sutting like a wide screen
Swift wit da dotty, man will make your ride lean
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Swift]
I be lying if I said fuck uck parties
I got da man bag, big fourty
I get out, go get money
You put your lip on an ucky, you're so sorry
Trap wit da stones, got both on me
In da flat wit a smoke, got smoke on me
I'm wit a gyal getting blow, gyal blowing on me
And I be lying if I said I never got ucky
I'm wit a hat shorty
And way before Yolo, gyal been naughty
Mally still sho sho, still got da fourty
Them man homo, putting eyes on me
Got da spin-spin, couple guys on me
Sticks on sticks, I try, homie
Bricks on bricks, allow it homie
Hat, don't chat, be quiet on me
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Shower Malik]
Speeding on da motes again
On da road for da dough again
17 for a Oh of peng
At 17, I was sitting on ten
Glock 17 was my ting back then
I made a killing off the stones dem
Valerio makes a killing when I go for my stoneys dem
I remember being broke with my skeng
Till I hit a box of da creme
Held a yardie boy up for 9 Oz of leng
These niggas talk movies, they're just talking
I'm the director, I send my dargs in
I ain't lying, I ain't fibbing
I was broadday, main road, 5th ripping
O.T, bare leng liz flipping
Elizabething, motorway white whipping