[Chorus]
Thot said she got red bottoms on her feet, girl you lyin'
Flex to the hoes like you wanna meet me, girl you lyin'
Boyfriend say he know me and he wanna do a feat, girl you lyin'
And the bitch say she love me don't want me in the streets, girl you lyin'
Niggas woofin' like the Glo don't stay with the heat, boy you lyin'
Opps talkin' like they got bodies under they be, boy you lyin'
You in a house and you actin' like you out here in the streets, boy you lyin'
You flexin' like you struggle but you can never be we, boy you lyin'
[Verse 1: Tadoe]
Opps act like they ass want beef, boy you lyin' (Stop)
Pull up on the block let the chopper go "Grratarah", bullets flyin' (Grratarah)
Hoe act like shop that Louies if you lyin' (Stop)
All that makeup on your face, girl you ain't fine (Pop)
You call my line, I don't wanna talk, I ain't got time (I ain't got time)
Your bullshit convos, may girl you stop that lyin' (Stop)
I'm out here everyday in the field on my grind, better stay with that nine (Boom boom)
Let a nigga try to run up on a car, nigga gon' die, nigga I ain't lyin' (Boom boom, gratarrah)
Everyday I'm with my Gang (Gratarrah, gang gang gang gang)
In traffic big ass .30, smokin' on propane (That Tooka), I ain't lyin' (Boom boom)
Glo Gang we ridin' (We riding)
We out here everyday and the opps stay hidin', they lyin'
[Chorus]
Thot said she got red bottoms on her feet, girl you lyin'
Flex to the hoes like you wanna meet me, girl you lyin'
Boyfriend say he know me and he wanna do a feat, girl you lyin'
And the bitch say she love me don't want me in the streets, girl you lyin'
Niggas woofin' like the Glo don't stay with the heat, boy you lyin'
Opps talkin' like they got bodies under they be, boy you lyin'
You in a house and you actin' like you out here in the streets, boy you lyin'
You flexin' like you struggle but you can never be we, boy you lyin'
Thot said she got red bottoms on her feet, girl you lyin'
Flex to the hoes like you wanna meet me, girl you lyin'
Boyfriend say he know me and he wanna do a feat, girl you lyin'
And the bitch say she love me don't want me in the streets, girl you lyin'
Niggas woofin' like the Glo don't stay with the heat, boy you lyin'
Opps talkin' like they got bodies under they be, boy you lyin'
You in a house and you actin' like you out here in the streets, boy you lyin'
You flexin' like you struggle but you can never be we, boy you lyin'
[Verse 1: Tadoe]
Opps act like they ass want beef, boy you lyin' (Stop)
Pull up on the block let the chopper go "Grratarah", bullets flyin' (Grratarah)
Hoe act like shop that Louies if you lyin' (Stop)
All that makeup on your face, girl you ain't fine (Pop)
You call my line, I don't wanna talk, I ain't got time (I ain't got time)
Your bullshit convos, may girl you stop that lyin' (Stop)
I'm out here everyday in the field on my grind, better stay with that nine (Boom boom)
Let a nigga try to run up on a car, nigga gon' die, nigga I ain't lyin' (Boom boom, gratarrah)
Everyday I'm with my Gang (Gratarrah, gang gang gang gang)
In traffic big ass .30, smokin' on propane (That Tooka), I ain't lyin' (Boom boom)
Glo Gang we ridin' (We riding)
We out here everyday and the opps stay hidin', they lyin'
[Chorus]
Thot said she got red bottoms on her feet, girl you lyin'
Flex to the hoes like you wanna meet me, girl you lyin'
Boyfriend say he know me and he wanna do a feat, girl you lyin'
And the bitch say she love me don't want me in the streets, girl you lyin'
Niggas woofin' like the Glo don't stay with the heat, boy you lyin'
Opps talkin' like they got bodies under they be, boy you lyin'
You in a house and you actin' like you out here in the streets, boy you lyin'
You flexin' like you struggle but you can never be we, boy you lyin'
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