SEXY liar

Ooh my bad—

Ooh my bad I flexed on you, nigga, I wasn't even tryin' to I—

(M.O.B. Waddup)

Ooh my bad I flexed on you, nigga, I wasn't even trying to

I'm at the top but kid, you climb over here

You gon' need some hiking boots

Oops, my bad, I spiked my juice, I told myself don't buy no juice

Put my crew against your crew, we throwin' shells like Tacos, foo

She send me all kind of nudes, baby I ain't got no time for you

I'm a thot breaker, baby, I'm in the love no thottie crew

Hollow make your body move, give his ass embalmin' fluid

Cuz said it's gun war, you bet' not bring no knife into it

He a mad fan, I understand, but we is not into it

Ask my Philly niggas about Veeze, he a slimy bull

When I met Lil Baby, I already had four pockets full

She dreamin' bout our weddin', all I said was "Hey, how you doin'?"

My hand glowin', my hand glowin' like Micheal

My cup red, like seven days of her cycle

I don't give a fuck 'bout no freak bitch, the whole gang recycled

You so much of a lil' boy, they should charge you as a minor

He showed love when he seen me, but he sneak dissin' in private

I know you mad I called you broke, on me, I wasn't even lyin'

I'm back talkin' my shit, nigga thought weakness was my kindness

He the type of nigga out here sayin' he beefin' but he harmless

You ain't heard 'bout Veeze? Man, you trippin, he the hardest

G.O.A.T, put my picture with Muhammed

Stake out where he live, put his pic in a medallion

I need a machine, it's to thick for me to count it

If I ruled the world, free the niggas pushin' powder

I know that you say this pussy mine, say it louder

I know that you say this pussy mine, say it louder

I really just like the way it sound when you lyin'

I really just like the way it sound, sexy lyin' ass bitch

Yo bro, I ain't gon' lie, I'm drunk as shit right now, I'm turnt

I got muhfuckin', uhm, Sour Patch Kids

Only peach flavor though, the watermelon shit out of style

Let me tell you something

I'm makin' a 7Eleven pizza in the oven right now, right

I got on all Uzi Made shit, straight from Japan (Haha)

I got on muhfuckin' West Indies' Air Forces right now

My socks match the sole on my sneaks

My bracelets match my watch, my watch match my hat

My hat match my braids

My grills, Pff, forget about it

Basically what I'm sayin' right now is

The motion that I'm havin', you can't even put this shit in 4k, bro

I'm just tellin' you right now

I ain't worried 'bout no nigga, I ain't worried 'bout no bitch

You could mix 'em together and make a cat-dog

You hear what I'm sayin'?