I Can’t Lie (Extended) French Montana, Kodak Black & London on da Track

[Intro: French Montana & Kodak Black]
Yeah, yeah, ayy, Kodak
You know what it is
When you hear that "Haan" (Glee)
Yeah, I'm in London, got my beat from London

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can't lie, I turned my mama house to a museum
I'm slidin' in a BM, put my BM in a BM
I can't lie, too much bitches, I need a new DM
AM to the PM, yeah, all my niggas Zion (Yeah)
I can't lie, Sniper Gang, I put you on a stretcher
Swear to God, the truth don't need no lie detector
I can't lie, I swear to God, I'm on a whole new level
I can't lie, I spent like half a ticket on the bezel

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Put my mama on a golf course, caught a fish in the crib
Free the nigga to the ceilin', I'm in too deep like Navy SEAL
With my codeine, I pop a seal, like on the real, I'm in the field
On the real, I'm trained to kill, like on the real, I stacked a mill'
I can't even lie, I'm so fly, that why they call me Bill
But my nigga lost a trial, but he 'bout to come home on a pill
I'm feelin' like I'm Kunta Kinte 'cause we gon' do slavery still
I can't lie, I'm Israel, I can't lie, this shit real
I came home to Israel, yeah, I'm on that Jewish shit
Got on all this Louis, now is not the time to shoot a bitch
I can't even sneeze in public, they might try to sue a bitch
I'm slidin' in that orange-colored, but I ain't on no fruity shit