Lie lyrics

Chorus: Q da Fool
I lie to the feds, I lie to my b*tch
But I could never ever lie to my clique
UUV yeah I ride with my di*k
I f*cked your b*tch I ain't got lie on my di*k
Q da fool he known for doing em big
Me and Mani really rid with a cig
I ain't gon lie just might kidnap your kid
You lie to me you just might pop up dead

Verse 1: Q da Fool
Rich Shootahs
Sippin red
Baking coke
This ain't no bread
This a 50 n*gga
This ain't no lead
In high school cheerleaders gave me head
I swear to God I ain't no average rapper
These f*ck n*ggas they be trapping backwards
Pop a xan and Im smoking a backwood
She [?] for the di*k man that b*tch say its that good
b*tches lie n*ggas lie
But I swear to God n*gga them numbers don't lie
Try to rob me b*tch I can't let it fly
Calico with a hunnit let it fly
f*ck that n*gga let that f*ck n*gga rot
I be shooting I think I'm from Iraq
Talk about choppas b*tch I got a lot
Talk about choppas b*tch I got a lot
Man I think these n*ggas hot
Damn that b*tch pus*y tighter than a knot
Not a point guard but b*tch I got a shot
I step on that coke [?]
You don't got a body that boy Is a liar
Oh you a baller [?]
Im plugged in from D.C to Cincinnati
Why your sister keep on calling me daddy
Chorus: Q da Fool
I lie to the feds, I lie to my b*tch
But I could never ever lie to my clique
UUV yeah I ride with my di*k
I f*cked your b*tch I ain't got lie on my di*k
Q da fool he known for doing em big
Me and Mani really rid with a cig
I ain't gon lie just might kidnap your kid
You lie to me you just might pop up dead

Verse 2: Q da Fool
You talk about the work I really sell work
I got more percs than a muhhf*ckin nurse
Rest in peace twin my n*gga in the dirt
My n*gga got a L no Lil Durk
f*ckin with the pigs n*gga thats shirt
I f*ck up the streets and I f*ck up a verse
Midbag n*gga no reimburse
I Bought a Uzi I let max shoot it first
Atlanta b*tch all that b*tch do is flirt
I f*ck her good all that b*tch do is squirt
Rich Shootahs all my men do is work
Im MOB then muhhf*cking chirp
That n*gga dead call that boy Gerald Levert
Imma assassin my n*ggas they work
Every time I get locked my mother she be hurt
You already know I tote my stick in the church