I know you 
lying 
When you telling me you love
 me
I gotta let you go I love keeping you company 
Those pretty eyes but everything that she do ugly 

She gotta 
ex 
And I been saying she the one for 
me 
She grab his 
choppa 
Take a pic and say “it’s the gun fa 
me”

Then like my story swipe 
up 
and say I’m the one she 
need

I know you 
lying 
When you telling me you love
me

You fuck with 
him

You fuck with 
him

You fuck with 
him 

You fuck with 
him
See I cant trust 
you 
when creeping round my 
gang
See ion trust you when you telling me you celibate 

You don’t give the 
pussy 
bitch you straight up sellin 
it
See I could fuck 
you 
I can’t trust you with my 
government 

I know you 
lying 
When you telling me you love
me
Bitch tell the truth ain’t no words finna  hurt me
Act like it’s gram on your story when you spilling tea

Lying to a nigga why you keep wasting your 
Energy 
Lying to a nigga why you wanna be my enemy 
Lying to a nigga you are not who you pretend to be 
Lying to a nigga why can’t you keep a hun w
Me


I know you 
lying 
When you telling me you love
me

I know you 
lying 
When you telling me you love
me

I know you 
lying 
When you telling me you love
me

I know you 
lying 
When you telling me you love
me

i know u lying (Prod.Zhap)

Just blew 100 on a Corvette
I ain’t even drive yet
We’ve been smoking top shelf 
We ain’t even high yet 

On the top floor at your bitch crib, yeah she steady vibing 
I’m at the penthouse with your bitch still, her phone stay on silent 
I told her I’m from NY, she think that I’m from 
Highbridge
Shawty love how I be swaggin’, like Traaci you so stylish 
She say that I be playing, like Traaci you so childish 
So I hopped inside my Corvette, and I put on some mileage 

Just blew 100 on this Jesus piece 
My Christian bitch believe in me 
She pray I give her dick to eat 
Thanksgiving, gave her dick to feast 
On Christmas she got dick to eat
Cause that’s her favorite gift from me

Cause that’s our favorite-
I blew 100 on this new ‘Vette
I ain’t even drive yet 

A 100 on a-
100 on a-
100 on a-
100 on a-

100 on this Jesus piece
My Christian bitch believe in me 

A 100 on a-
100 on a-
100 on a-
100 on a-

I put 100 on this Corvette and I ain’t even drive 
yet 

A 100 on a-
100 on a-
100 on a-
100 on a-

TC, V

100 onna

All these niggas fucking lame and they don't stand out
I think she wanna fuck me 'cause I pulled them bands out
Nigga's babies, huggies, vacuum they lil' ass out
Balenci', Ricky on me, I'm a fucking cash cow

This lean, it make me sicky, sicky
I play with her titties, titties 
I count 20's, 50's, 60's
I got riches and them digits
And you know I'm fucking fitted
Cut the beat but I'm not finished
Cut the beat but I'm not-

All these niggas fucking lame and they don't stand out
I think she wanna fuck me 'cause I pulled them bands out
Nigga's babies, huggies, vacuum they lil' ass out
Balenci', Ricky on me, I'm a fucking cash cow

You taking 'bout them racks but asking for a hand out
If that’s your bitch then why she front row fanned out
She yelling Traaci in the green room with her pants down
Your girl love my grill, say the shining makes me stand out
She like Traaci the conductor, way he had to bring the bands out
And I knows some drum majors playing safety, knock your mans down
And we know you a spectator, you was watching from the stands
Bitch I feel like I’m Slaybella, way I get back to the bands though

You don't fucking stand out, I'm a cash cow
Vacuum they lil' ass out, I got bands now
She a fucking fan now, oh my god
Yeah, she want my lil' gram now
You don't fucking stand out

All these niggas fucking lame and they don't stand out
I think she wanna fuck me 'cause I pulled them bands out
Nigga's babies, huggies, vacuum they lil' ass out
Balenci', Ricky on me, I'm a fucking cash cow

This lean, it make me sicky, sicky
I play with her titties, titties 
I count 20's, 50's, 60's
I got riches and them digits
And you know I'm fucking fitted
Cut the beat but I'm not finished
Cut the beat but I'm not-

Stand out w Chrisdarko

Might just bring my bed to the bakery I love waking up to the bread
Diabetic nigga way I get to this cake, gonna have to take both my legs
let niggas one of these niggas find me popped is the day they found me dead
Bitch If I  was your only one why tf my text on read

Broke ass nigga he story preaching 
ain’t read a word he said
Took your hoe your  favorite eater ig it was off with his head 
3rd string point guard passed around you was playing position like fez
Kelso and Hyde done had your bitch and you still wanna be friends 

Niggas ever claim the love of my life start doing amens cause I’m don’t do amends
Come to his funeral im lighting his casket on fire we beef all the way to the end
Bless the splee before I smoke ask god to forgive my sins 

Bless the splee before I smoke ask god to forgive my sins
Put one in the air I need to smoke up 
again 

Why would yall gas him up he already doin whip it’s
5 stars trap my boy cook like Rachel Ray in the kitchen 
I envisioned the money the pape a nigga got that’s so raven syndrome

Salute to my nigga who serving fiends with codine addictions 
Shout my niggas who still serving fiends w codine addictions

My bitch unequivocally better then yours but this shit ain’t competition 
Just remember that when you copy a nigga you’ll never be in his position 
All that dickridding this niggas be doing you’ll never get close to winning 
All that dickridding this niggas be doing you’ll never get close to winning

Traaci

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