LIARS lyrics
by King Iso
[Verse 1: King-ISO]:
I be off in that Murder
I be off in that Kill
I be off in that Slaughter
My n*ggas know I'm for real
Still rapping like I never had a deal
I be off in that vacc*m seal with Y'all n*ggas b*tches
Jack and Jill, Finna beef
Giving n*ggas whole value meals
Riding 'round with a bad b*tch, she like me, she never had sh*t
We spend loot and get cash quick
She only normal, a tad bit
Super bad, like an actress
I'm Brad Pitt, with a black tip
Rip a n*gga easy, like fabric
With a bad b*tch, when her ass thick
I keep it brackin'
My pants saggin'
You n*ggas slackin'
I'm on ya, rapping
I murder n*ggas with the semi and the Mac-10
[?] with a napkin
n*ggas talking 'bout beef, But, who has It?
I made a living off this muthaf*cking rap sh*t
I got cash quick, and drop classics
If you ain't dropped an album, then suck a fat di*k
I'm that n*gga, you with that b*tch
I'm in a gang, But, you with the wack clique
You open up for bigger n*ggas and you pay for features
What's that sh*t?
A local n*gga to a global n*gga
Underground like a casket
You actin' like you on with social media..
Catfish!
[Hook: King-ISO]:
You n*ggas Liars
You lie about your fame
You lie about your name
Exposing out your flame, but you on fire
I'm calling out you lames, who talk about the game
Like you 'bout it, but you ain't
You n*ggas ain't workin'
You safe with this (You safe with this!)
You takin' pictures (You takin' pictures!)
These hoes believe you (These hoes believe you!)
Y'all crazy, b*tches (Y'all crazy b*tches!)
Your jewelry fake, how much you pay for this sh*t?
Y'all ain't catching cases
Y'all ain't gangsta n*ggas
[Verse 2: King-ISO]:
Hold up, You ain't swinging work, got bigger cash?
What you make from work?
You ballin' out, but can't change a shirt
You're a yee n*gga, you don't bang the turf
When the stainless squirt, It'll stain your shirt
When yo b*tch cook, then you make dessert
Suck a sick di*k, I'mma bang a nurse
You mainstream, well go bang a skirt
I got yellow ice, and I'm smoking blue
Like I'm slayin' a smurf, and I'm drinking purp
I was born a nut, Like I dropped out
With a hard di*k and I came at birth
Y'all plain as thirst
Stop b*tching on that internet and go lay a verse
Y'all spendin' while I'm stacking
'Til my bank look like my date of birth
Y'all n*ggas need Beats, you ain't get sh*t 'till you pay me first
Y'all say that I'm weak, but when I drop a song, You gon' play it first
Shoutout to my Dead Gang, talking about the real Dead Gang
Not di*k riders like the X-Games, just to get fame
Where you head bang
But I don't give two f*cks about you fake n*ggas no more
While you bangin' on your Wi-fi, I'm 'bout to go on tour
Shoutout all my five n*ggas, Shoutout all my six n*ggas
Eses and my Juggalos, Y'all know what it is, n*ggas
[Hook: King-ISO]:
You n*ggas Liars
You lie about your fame
You lie about your name
Exposing out your flame, but you on fire
I'm calling out you lames, who talk about the game
Like you 'bout it, but you ain't
You n*ggas ain't workin'
You safe with this (You safe with this!)
You takin' pictures (You takin' pictures!)
These hoes believe you, Y'all crazy, b*tches (Y'all crazy b*tches!)
Your jewelry fake, how much you pay for this sh*t?
Y'all ain't catching cases
Y'all ain't gangsta n*ggas