Ian Gone Lie lyrics

[Intro]
Tuh

[Verse]
I can't listen to nothin' that a rap n*gga talkin' 'bout
I spin that block, yeah, from sunrise to sundown
'.56 hit that boy, made that boy run out
If I'm finna f*ck on this b*tch, I'm like, "No doubt"
Money in my pocket, yeah, watch a n*gga ball out
Made them killers pus*y, man, you know that was a callout
Glock hangin' out a n*gga hip, but won't fall out
Talkin' 'bout a kickdoor
I don't wanna pull up on a n*gga, kick his door down
Thought it was a robber, not a shooter, now you know now
Stick it get to bussin' in the hood, that sh*t was so loud
Actin' you was a gangster, but I bet I bring the ho out
Black truck, curbside, four poles out
Bullets start flyin' and they all dove out
12 pullin' through, I'm like, "What the f*ck now?," tuh
He not no gangster, n*ggas been cappin' their whole damn life
I ain't gon' lie, I sold my Glock for a pipe
I ain't gon' lie, I hit my b*tch with the swipe
Black in my left hand, Glock in my right
That's yo' b*tch, I'm not finna text her, she slight
Vamp sh*t, I'ma die 'bout this sh*t, that's for life
Knocked him off, a whole film, end up on Vice
Yeah, you know I'm gettin' two Glocks, you know I go rambo
Spin back two times, got to grab ammo
Reachin' for sh*t, you must not like your hand, bro
This sound'll terrify, change that boy skin tone
This b*tch, she pretty as f*ck, she a bimbo
Think this a game, how we have you playin' limbo
I have a n*gga had duck like the Matrix, stray bullet might f*ck around, hit the kinfolk
Frrat, yeah
Wrap that boy up like some tinfoil
Oh, he professional? Think he gon' miss bro
Can you get a kiss, b*tch? Nah, I'm like, "Hell no"
That b*tch know she put the pus*y on the Gen4
Lied on my brother and you snitch, know you dead wrong
That's when I catch you, on God, you'd be dead gone
Not in the streets, I'll send your ass back home
Tuh, rat n*gga, yeah, I can't shoot back, had yo' scrap, though
I got them bullets, made them finally run track, though
Pull out and bust on her face, that's a fact, though
Chain gang, walk around that b*tch with some [?]
That b*tch ain't really talkin' 'bout nothin', it's on soul
Drop boolin', come through that b*tch, droppin' on my lo'
Tryna hang with the Vamp 'cause their motion got slow