Stop Me Wen I’m Lieing lyrics

[Intro]
On God
Yea, yea
Y'all n*ggas know who robbed the city
Don't play with P man
On god
Y'all n*ggas
On god
On god, stop me when I'm lyin'
On god

[Verse]
You know who robbed the city
You know who shot your partner
You know I'm always strapped
b*tch, you know you don't want no problem
n*gga, you know I beat yo ass
You know I f*cked your baby momma
You know I ain't got no rap deal
But still walkin' round with a hunnid
These n*ggas played and I let 'em
I wanted to rob him since I met him
b*tch it's Big Belly Fred
I'm still sick in the head
I took trips for the bread
Most these n*ggas move like feds
These n*ggas rappin 'bout bodies
But they never shot nobody
I beat cases like I'm Gotti
I gavе time back for a robbery
Them n*ggas talk likе they gon' rob me
Yea, over my dead body
Percs got me like a zombie
A double drum on a tommy
n*gga play it be a homi(cide)
Them n*ggas knowin' how I rock
Them n*ggas broke and ain't got money
How the f*ck is they my opps
Don't let this rap sh*t fool you
I still spin a n*gga block
Jump out with 80 on my neck
And get to gunnin' with the chop
My opps linkin' up in groups
Them n*ggas don't know what to do
Them n*ggas broke and in cahoots
And when I catch 'em imma shoot
I'm banging crip like uncle Snoop
Pull up and shoot it out the roof
Like, what the f*ck you wanna do
n*gga, who the f*ck you talking to
n*gga, I'll let this b*tch off in a crowd
n*gga, I'll let this b*tch off right now
40 on me when I'm on stage
n*gga play I blow a fiend down
I was the man then, I'm the man now
You know how many grams I had to hand out
These n*ggas never sold no drugs
You wanna rob me I feel like no plug
I really got rich without no plug
They say Pap you don't show me no love
I know that b*tch be linking opps
I sip more drank than Speaker Knockerz
They gon' f*ck around bring the demon out me
I'm tryna stay away from that
I really sold dope and rob 'em
I'm tryna make a way with rap
You ain't never sold heroin so why you always sayin' that
He got shot at the store he ain't never get to make it back
n*ggas playin with my name like they don't know where my paper at
Talking body after body lil' n*gga I'll pay for that
b*tch I'll paint the city red
Put 50 on a n*gga head
I stuff a n*gga in a spliff
Hit him while he with his b*tch
b*tch I'm Big Belly Fred
And I ain't talkin 'bout sh*t
Auntie caught for the grip
Lil' cuz want a split
Imma show his ass a trick
With that blender I'm legit
I call mister from the west
I need 500 grams compressed
I f*cked that b*tch with my jeans on
And had my pistol on the dresser
Soon as I nutted b*tch I left her
I'm in the kitchen gettin' messy
I scrape the side and get the extra
Auntie tell me this sh*t pressure
My feet hurt motherf*cker
Since a boy I been a stepper
I put that pistol on whoever
Beat that boy like I'm Mayweather
You don't know a n*gga better
Soon as he front me imma dead 'em
[Outro]
On god
On god
My real life I can't make nothin' else up
On god