Why You Lying lyrics

[Intro]
(Thanks, Yakree)
Long live my n*gga BukkRoo
Ayy, I'm like thanks to my n*gga them (Ayy, Max, this sh*t raw as hell, oh, sh*t)
Ooh, ooh, we gon' play with them pistols here (It's f*ck you)
Ooh, ooh, we smoking dank in my liver, yeah
Mhm, we get sh*t wet than a river, yeah
Ayy, ayy, we get sh*t wet like the river, yeah
Ayy, ayy, I'm wetting sh*t like Austin Rivers here

[Chorus]
On my side, its getting wicked, n*gga, slide
Mama told that boy to shake the city, so he riding
On that MAC, it be a titty, show no pity when we diving
Roll your body in a game leaf, oh, he hitting, why you hiding?
Oh, G-Nine be dropping bags, no, I don't, b*tch, why you lying?
And man's collar, popping tags, spent five racks on my designer
Put fifteen up on your ass, boy, that's your ass, that's when we find him
Make sh*t sizzle off the drip and no lil' rizzle on my timing
Ayy, them f*ck n*ggas gon' hate me, let 'em hate me, that's they problem
I'm f*cking on a cougar, ayy, lil' jaguar, it's his mama
You know them Ks, they go through bricks, but them ARs, they 'bout that drama
I f*ck with Don, that boy my ace, you know, my spade, all I do call him

[Verse 1]
Lil' Fleezy dyked out
Oh, it's the right time
Oh, she'll drop that strap on anybody right now
OD my lifeline
And let Lil Leek out
Glock with a di*k, it's tryna p*ss, don't let him peek out
He drove a stolo through them yellow lines, he street now
They know G-Nine a whole lil' felon, where the G9?
They know lil' OD got two seven, forty piece guy
I bought my mama a new house, I got the lease now
I told 'em rack 'em up, n*gga run up on Nine, watch how I back 'em up
Black as f*ck, yeah, I know my skin tone, but I'm gon' whack with somethin'
These diamonds dancing, yeah, you see G-Nine, that boy be shining, huh?
My pistol with me, whatever you think it is, boy, that ain't what it was
[Chorus]
On my side, its getting wicked, n*gga, slide
Mama told that boy to shake the city, so he riding
On that MAC, it be a titty, show no pity when we diving
Roll your body in a game leaf, oh, he hitting, why you hiding? (Ayy, Max, this sh*t raw as hell, oh, sh*t)
Oh, G-Nine be dropping bags, no, I don't, b*tch, why you lying?
And man's collar, popping tags, spent five racks on my designer
Put fifteen up on your ass, boy, that's your ass, that's when we find him
Make sh*t sizzle off the drip and no lil' rizzle on my timing
Ayy, them f*ck n*ggas gon' hate me, let 'em hate me, that's they problem
I'm f*cking on a cougar, ayy, lil' jaguar, it's his mama
You know them Ks, they go through bricks, but them ARs, they 'bout that drama
I f*ck with Don, that boy my ace, you know, my spade, all I do call him

[Verse 2]
Oh, you know spade sticks?
You playing trunk, you on some Donald Trump slave sh*t
Uh-huh, I call my cook, he cook sh*t up, that boy go crazy
I set the path, you n*ggas follow, walk the pavement
Ayy, I say this proud, 'cause how the f*ck G-Nine made it?
Oh, we on that street like we the ones who f*cking claim it
Okay, fall off with Squeek, that's on She Squeek, that's on my baby
Uh-huh, look, more straps than the Army and the Navy
Ayy, they better come with a lil' army or get cremated
Ayy, my mama said, "Jacquavius, baby, you famous"
Ayy, I got a brother named Lil Blokkboy, he gon' swing it
Oh, and J-Beezy, he gon' sh*t, we call him anus
And how Huncho, he swing that stick, he ain't gotta aim it
Damn, n*gga sliding in my city for a payment
Ooh, make your block vacant, make him rearrange his staying
Damn, I'm tired of fakers, why the f*ck these n*ggas faking?
[Chorus]
On my side, its getting wicked, n*gga, slide
Mama told that boy to shake the city, so he riding
On that MAC, it be a titty, show no pity when we diving
Roll your body in a game leaf, oh, he hitting, why you hiding?
Oh, G-Nine be dropping bags, no, I don't, b*tch, why you lying?
And man's collar, popping tags, spent five racks on my designer
Put fifteen up on your ass, boy, that's your ass, that's when we find him
Make sh*t sizzle off the drip and no lil' rizzle on my timing
Ayy, them f*ck n*ggas gon' hate me, let 'em hate me, that's they problem
I'm f*cking on a cougar, ayy, lil' jaguar, it's his mama
You know them Ks, they go through bricks, but them ARs, they 'bout that drama
I f*ck with Don, that boy my ace, you know, my spade, all I do call him

[Outro]
That's all I do, ooh
n*gga, ask [?][3:32] and [?] how I come through and drop that bag [?]
And you can ask [?] too, all them, they know
They know, on my designer