Why You Lying

[Intro]
We gon play with them pistols
We smoking dank in my liver
We get shit wet like the river
We get shit wet like the river
Im with the shit like Austin Rivers
[Chorus]
On my side, its getting wicked, nigga slide
Momma told that boy to shake the city, so he ridin
On that Mac it be a titty, show no pity when we divin
Roll yo body in a game leaf, Oh he hittin, why you hidin?
Oh GNine be dropping bags, no I dont bitch why you lying?
And this collar, popping tags, spent 5 racks on my designer
And put 15 up on yo ass boy, thats yo ass after we find him
Make shit sizzle off the drip and no lil rizzle on my timing
Them **** nigga that gon hate me, let em hate me thats they problem
Im ****ing on a cougar and lil jaguar its his momma
You know them Ks they go through bricks but them ARs they bout that drama
I **** with Don that boy my ace, you know, my spade all I do call em
[Verse 1]
Lil Fleezy dyked out, oh its the right time, oh shell drop that strap on anybody right now
OD my lifeline
And let Lil Leak out
Glock with a dick its tryna piss, dont let him peak out
He drove a stolen through them yellow lines, he street now
They know G-Nine a whole a felon where the G9
They know lil OD got 2 7 40 piece now
I bought my momma a new house I got the lease now
I told em rack em up
Nigga run up on Nine watch how I back em up
Black as ****, yeah I know my skin tone but Im gon wack wassup
These diamonds dancing, yeah you see G-Nine, that boy be shining hard
My pistol with me, whatever you think it is boy, that aint what it was
[Chorus]
On my side , its getting wicked, nigga slide
Momma told that boy to shake the city, so he ridin
On that Mac it be a titty, show no pity when we divin
Roll yo body in a game leaf, Oh he hittin, why you hidin?
Oh GNine be dropping bags, no I dont bitch why you lying?
And this collar, popping tags, spent 5 racks on my designer
And put 15 up on yo ass boy, thats yo ass after we find him
Make shit sizzle off the drip and no lil rizzle on my timing
Them **** nigga that gon hate me, let em hate me thats they problem
Im ****ing on a cougar and lil jaguar its his momma
You know them Ks they go through bricks but them ARs they bout that drama
I **** with Don that boy my ace, you know , my spade all I do call em
[Verse 2]
Oh you know spacesticks
Im playing trunk, you on some Donald Trump slave shit
I call my cook, he cook shit up, that boy go crazy
I set the path, you niggas follow, walk the pavement
I say this path is how the **** G-Nine made it
We on that street like we the ones who * ***ing claim it
Fall out squeek , thats on she squeek thats on my baby
More straps than the army and the Navy
They better come with a lil army, or get cremated
My momma said Jacquavius baby you famous
I got a brother named Lil Block, boy he gon swang it
And J-Beezy he gon shit we call him anus
How Huncho he swing that stick, he aint gotta aim it
Nigga slidin in my city for a payment
Make your boy vacant, make him rearrange his stay-in
Im tired of fakers , why the **** these niggas faking?
[Chorus]
On my side, its getting wicked, nigga slide
Momma told that boy to shake the city, so he ridin
On that Mac it be a titty, show no pity when we divin
Roll yo body in a game leaf, Oh he hittin, why you hidin?
Oh GNine be dropping bags, no I dont bitch why you lying?
And this collar, popping tags, spent 5 racks on my designer
And put 15 up on yo ass boy, thats yo ass after we find him
Make shit sizzle off the drip and no lil rizzle on my timing
Them **** nigga that gon hate me, let em hate me thats they problem
Im ****ing on a cougar and lil jaguar its his momma
You know them Ks they go through bricks but them ARs they bout that drama
I **** with Don that boy my ace, you know, my spade all I do call em