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Won't Lie
Lil Kee
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(Ooh, T-Gemma, this shit crazy)
I'ma tell it all, bae, know I won't lie to you
I remember all them nights I used to cry to you
My dawg died, sometimes I wish I would fly with you
You want them people to know your name, you gotta put in work
It's too late to leave the streets, you should've went to church
John 11:35, that was my favorite verse
I know God got my back even through my worst
I love Shawn Coss
I'm mid lane shit, I need a crib like Rick Ross
Niggas and bitches, thugs take loss
Papa was tryna hide it, but he love dead soft
Tried to backdoor and got hit with a triple cross
Go to Johnny, put my last 20K in my mouth
I'm so 500K, a hundred shots at Crook house
Rent due, mom tried, but we got kicked out
She was talkin' to my dawg, bitch got a dick mouth
Don't let her lie, if she with the gang, then she got guns
Everybody 'round got a Drac', put that lil' shit down
Please don't give up on me now, you gotta stick around
Pay that nigga's rent at the store, couldn't get up off the ground
Face down, ass up, that's how he was found
Gassed your lil' nigga up, he got caught out of bounds
That's how we smokin' him
Catch him down the road, 28K, I have 'em pokin' him
Better not walk out that VVS 'cause we approachin' him
It don't matter if he with his bitch, he gon' die quick
So many shots up in the V, we need a load
We really tryna get somebody killed, this for my bros
I don't wanna feel anything 'bout this ho
Keep that bitch on me, this .223, no, I can't go
Big bro died, same day I lost my soul
Sittin' 'round, ain't doin' shit, go get a load
Can't say when he kill him, I'll keep him a new pole
Nigga, I'll die inside the trap, fuck a show
Signed a deal, blew it all, I need some more
Signed a deal, I blew it all on some clothes
You can still come at two o'clock, this trap don't close
Fuck your designer swag
Get your bop ass out my DM with your minor shit
You gon' keep on talkin' 'bout your lil' bro with your lil' lying ass
Lost your dawg, fuck that nigga
How would you feel if your lil' nigga died?
Got jammed up, she say she stayed down 'til the end
When you got out, found out she fucked another man
Did a nigga dirty, I know that shit hurtin'
Ain't no way you think this shit stayed down a whole thirty
Your mind must be gone, you must be stuck on that pussy
Soon as you went in, I seen her online twerkin'
Thick redbone on my dick doin' burpees
You ride with a Glock, bae, you gotta close them curtains
I can't look from 'round me, you know they wanna hurt me
My nigga got killed, but I don't think it was on purpose
What you need a pistol for? Many niggas
Dead, all they do is troll on the 'Gram
Many niggas dead, I'm exposin' 'em to the feds
We ain't take a break, yeah, my niggas love to spin
Say my nigga had two Glocks 'cause all he got was ten
I got nine and G-Money with me, I don't need no friend
I know Benji ain't playin' 'cause he hopped in that van
I know Meech ain't playin' 'cause them niggas, they friends
I know dawg gon' step for me, that's why we locked in
ARPs and .223s, do not get boxed in
G5 say it's Glock 26, couldn't beat a FN
Nigga act like he on his time, don't wanna spin (Nah, for real)