Come on
Lie to my face
I don't wanna hear it no more
Ok Ok
V12 engine gon' roar
Can't be in this race
Walk in and they open the door Prada be all on the shades
If you knew you was gon' leave then why would you say you gon' stay
No you can't stop me from leavin'
Lil baby you tweakin' please get out of my face
Why she no caller id me
Girl you carin' more when I leave but you don't when I stay
Why she keep callin' my phone I said I don't got nothin' to say
I'm keepin' it quiet
She love when I'm arguing back so I kill her with silence
SRT too fast
Redeye new jet with a brand new pilot
Told her bae I'm doin' me in this Trackhawk Jeep
My mom said you wilin'
You a star keep shinin'
In this brand new coupe but I'm upping the mileage
And she upping that molly
And she feelin' her self got her hands on my body
I don't need you I promise
She looked in my eyes and said bae is we toxic
She said it while smilin'
I'm starting to think that she likin' the drama she totally need her own island
Keep my mind on the bread and a brand new whip with a brand new bitch I'm stylin'
I'm cool as fuck on that bitch like it's zero degrees but I'm keepin that fye on me
The hoes is gon' come with the money I need it like it was prescribed to me
You look in my face said you love me you lied but that money won't lie to me
I scratch that bitch off like the lottery
I loved you but now I don't give two fucks honestly
Walkin' into Saks Fifth said Prada me
Yeah we slide in Mercedez vans now
Man down green tip hit up top he not hollering
I love how easy you lie to me
I love how now i got voices inside of me
I know you've done this before and you got no regrets but i left put that shit to the side of me
She called said I miss you of course
I said I gotta go I'm on tour
Hung up now she blowin' my phone saying I hate that I'll always be yours
But I know you never was mine and I'm fine with the way that you don't got remorse
And now I'm not wasting my time with no bitch that couldn't give me just one ounce of support
Masked up in this drill no ghost
Bro said we got plenty mags left in stock on go
Push up in a four door scat and this Kriss Vec the mag
This the lo make the bitch go slow
And how you gon' lie to my face if I asked you about it it's because I already know
Like baby the fuck is you talkin' 'bout
Call me Lamar cuz dawg I'll bring that choppa out
Lie to my face
I don't wanna hear it no more
Ok Ok
V12 engine gon' roar
Can't be in this race
Walk in and they open the door Prada be all on the shades
If you knew you was gon' leave then why would you say you gon' stay
No you can't stop me from leavin'
Lil baby you tweakin' please get out of my face
Why she no caller id me
Girl you carin' more when I leave but you don't when I stay
Why she keep callin' my phone I said I don't got nothin' to say
I'm keepin' it