A Gangsta’s Pain

Wockesha

Veeze - Small Fry (Prod By Mr Weaver)

TOO MANY LIES (FEATURING LD)
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Bands sT
(Senseii) brrap
Brix' (I'm-I'm about to get real
Disrespectful in this motherf-) tN, T1
Boy, mh hmm, brr
(All of that, all of that, all of that
All of that)
I'm like, "You know the vibes"
LD's back, they ain't comin' outside
(You know)
You ain't had beef then gripped on a burger
And stepped outside with twenty-five fries
(Grr)
I slapped me a rapper, he ran to the feds
Now he's outside rappin' 'bout
Too much pride (Uh, huh)
He lied, he lied
Turnin' them off? We tried, we tried
Yo, I'm like, "How many man got fried?"
(How many?)
T1's on the wing, just got done the opp
Done it so disguised (That's right)
My young G's puttin' in work with his borer
Causin' trauma, I was so surprised (Ayy)
Slim got four for the price of one
Tell your friends
"Slide back" 'cah it's over time
Uh uh, uh uh keep your ass on the streets
You'll get over bine (Bine)
Two dot dots, side by side (Mh hmm)
Over and under and side by side (Side)
They try run, but they never got far
So they both got boy side by side
Ten years, I been lettin' them know
How we bully this beef, not once did I lie
(All of that, all of that, all of that)
Get bagged, I denied
I just throw them racks and
It's hammers they rise (They rise)
That's more than a figure of speech
Try light up his skin like
I hit it with bleach (Boy)
One hand on the wap, one hand on the wheel
Little bro said he still tryna do it like me
(Skrrt, skrrt, boy)
They all know what I do on these streets
I mash up the roads then I mash up the beats
(Mh hmm) broski jeet down my man's girl
Now she wanna dance with the OSGs
(All of that, all of that, all of that)
She wanna dance with the drillers
Her bredrin's packed and she
Slept with the killers (Stretch)
Kway back, I put one in the headie
Before rap, I been that nigga (Ayy)
I can tell you 'bout war in the W
Me and M went there with matchin' spinners
(Mh hmm) three man downs, one-forty banged
(Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy)
I'm like, "You know the vibes"
LD's back, they ain't comin' outside
(You know)
You ain't had beef then gripped on a burger
And stepped outside with twenty-five fries
(Grr)
I slapped me a rapper, he ran to the feds
Now he's outside rappin' 'bout
Too much pride (Uh, huh)
He lied, he lied
Turnin' them off? We tried, we tried
Yo, I'm like, "How many man got fried?"
(How many?)
T1's on the wing, just got done the opp
Done it so disguised (That's right)
My young G's puttin' in work with his borer
Causin' trauma, I was so surprised (Ayy)
Slim got four for the price of one
Tell your friends
"Slide back" 'cah it's over time
Uh uh, uh uh keep your ass on the streets
You'll get over bine (Bands)
The ting jams up, just cock it back (Glee)
Opps shoot first, tell bro-bro
"Knock it back" (Boy, boy)
I know you're not like that, just stop it
Akh (Stop it)
Tell my lil bro
"Shoot him and lock it back"
(Ayy, lock it)
Jummer rocket that, PR pocket that
Bro caught him, whipped him, and shot him bad
(They know) sJ's ten plus, they got him mad
(Ayy, free him)
Boogz went outside and dropped a man (Ayy)
Yo, swing my knife in your
Face and rip it through
If your friend backs it, I'll give him two
(Ying that) we turn up the streets
We kill all my peoples in the mood (Boy)
Tie him up, fry him up, fly in the boot
One hot clip, hot bells fly into you
(Bine, bine)
They ain't on shit, Bando, I been the truth
Nigga, stop cappin' all in the booth (Bine)
Yo, we drop people, they say my block's evil
(Haha)
Ding dongs, petrol should've been diesel
Fill it up
(Fill it up) , lean out, crime scene lethal
When the opps all die, I can live peaceful
We can never be cool, hell no (Nah)
I'm makin' it rain, hailstones (yeah)
I do it for all of my jail bros
You know the vibes
Can't wait till Vellz home
I'm like, "You know the vibes"
LD's back, they ain't comin' outside
(You know)

I love to hate you and every thing you do

JJ-palmer Palmer