What You Lying For ? lyrics

[Intro]
(It’s a Wayne beat)

Like, what you cappin' for? Like, why you always f*ckin' lyin'? Like, why you be lyin'? Like, what?

(f*ck the fire, we got grease)

[Verse]
Why you be lyin' for no reason? Goddamn
Why you be lyin', I'm j- sh*t
Why you be lyin' for no reason, what you lyin' for?
Them n*ggas got a lil' money, but they be dyin' though
I put my b*tch on PJ, she the flyest hoe
Ay, for real, like what the f*ck these n*ggas lyin' for?
He was broke when he was livin' and he died broke
I ain't have sh*t when I was born, I ain't dyin' broke
Like, how is you lookin' for beef and you hidin' though?
I got into it while I'm drinkin' lеan, got me fightin' slow
I got into it with the drank, I had to fight a four
Huh... huh... huh... This n*gga dyin' slow
I seen him take his last brеath, his soul left his body
I'm in the strip club with a pole in my pocket
Told bro, "This sh*t on the ground, I think somebody dropped it"
You better not drop the ball
My opp called the police, he got the cops involved
sh*t
I seen n*ggas die, wit' my own eyes
One, two- his ass got shot with a .45
My opp got shot so many times, it's like he won't die
This n*gga actin' like he know [?], how you know [?]?
That's my blood bousin
I can tell this a money call by the phone buzzin'
sh*t
And you can tell this gun big by the pole jumpin'
I tried to teach yo' ass the game 'cause you don't know nothin'
Somebody died last night around 4-somethin'
But I don't know nothin'
Somebody creepin' up the stairs, that's my hoe comin'?
Fifty-thousand ain't sh*t, that's my hoe money
That's what my b*tch got
And Mike got a Cuban on with a big lock
And he got three eggs in one, but it was six shots
b*tch, I step on so much sh*t, I need big socks
This n*gga pulled up with a fugazi ass big watch
I seen this n*gga whole kit on FakeWatchBusters
He got fake J on
And I was finna let bro rap, but this Jay's song
Coochie man a superhero, put your cape on
I wanna f*ck this b*tch right now, I can't wait long
Trap got some autotune like a Drake song
The way I'm never at the crib, you'd think I hate home
You'd think I hate the crib
Tonight I'm havin' raw sex, I'm tryna make a kid
I'm tryna make a baby
The Glock need a seatbelt, it ain't got no safety
b*tch, you gon' make me- b*tch, you gon' make me hit your muhf*ckin' friend
And if your friend coochie good, I'mma f*ck again
I'm tryna f*ck some twins
I'm tryna punch a Benz
n*gga tried to up a gun, I done punched his hand
Let me say it again
Ay, I love the game so much I'mma play it again
Then play it again
My lil' brother nine years old, but he be playin' wit' ten
My lil' n*gga keep a drum, he play in a band
He died when he said somethin', he can't say it again
Ay bro, I can't really hear you, can you say it again?
We got caught in a jam
That n*gga told like jam
This n*gga ain't even a hamburger, he a piece of ham
I move the bag, deliver boxes like the pizza man
Ay, it's gettin' cold outside I brought the heater in
My b*tch pulled up with a baddie, can I meet yo' friend?
Let me see your hands, put your hands up
This a standoff, you better stand up
It was a handoff, I let Stan bust
I cut your hand off, you try steal somethin'
This n*gga beggin' for a beat, I let him kill somethin'
I hit yo' b*tch yesterday and she still c*mmin'
I got my paper on the car, but it's steal money
Fifty-thousand in my pocket, this real money
This other sixty-ball ain't mine, it's Rio money
But he let me hold it
This b*tch opened up her legs, she finna let me fold her
I'm finna beat her down
I thought this b*tch had a baby, why I don't see the child?
She never wit' him
My b*tch found a new man, she think he better than me
"Why you think I had no kids?" 'Cause you never wit' 'em
I'm a shark, I see some bad b*tches, I'm going fishin'
I'm funna pick some hoes
I don't let b*tches come to me, I go get the hoes
And I hit the hoes
I don't just get to know
My n*gga got locked up in June, he finna miss the summer
I got missin' money, where the money go?
We started off fast, end up f*ckin' slow
I know you ain't dumb, but is you f*ckin' slow?
And I don't wanna hit yo' b*tch, but I f*cked before
You could never know
You would never know
I live in the warzone, you would never go
This b*tch finna cut her hair, 'cause it don't ever grow
I like Atlanta in the winter, it don't ever snow