Lying

Yeah, Smurk

I ain't gon' lie, this shit be

I be on that shmurda shit, that shit over with

Like that, no auto

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Gang

Man, what?

**** bitches, act like they be getting switches

**** lying

Hit my DM like they killers, **** really ain't outside

All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride

I be cooled up and- fuck that, ay, Zoo, post up outside

Who told these **** that they gang and they can hang? That shit be strange

I be there then I'll pull off, my entourage'll take your brain

We put switches on them glizzies, we ain't even got no time to aim

If you snitch, your ass can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang

You got your gun and you be posting on the 'Gram?

I can see it in your eyes, get in that jam and you will tell

In these streets you really gotta watch them ****, that shit real

I shot dice with millionaires, so I don't really gamble Zelle, these **** losing

We gon' pop out on our feet, who out the roof? That shit the truth

Ain't gon' speak on other cities but Chiraq, that shit a zoo

Pop a pill and ride around with your killers, that's the move

2015 killers talk 'bout who they kill, that shit be new

Put your mask on (That's facts)

This that striker shit, for sure

Put some tags on (Go do it)

If your ass got a bag, put your guys on (Put your guys on)

Brodie locked up for a body he ain't do, he got lied on (That's true)

Roll your blunt up

Ain't no gas inside that steamer

I'ma get 'em to stuntin' us

Pop outside with two .30s, look like nunchucks

Just to get inside, I'll probably give your guns up (Yeah)

(You a dumb fuck)

(Man, what?)

**** bitches, act like they be getting switches

**** lying

Hit my DM like they killers, **** really ain't outside

All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride

I be cooled up and- fuck that, ay, Zoo, post up outside

Who told these **** that they gang and they can hang? That shit be strange

I be there then I'll pull off, my entourage'll take your brain

We put switches on them glizzies, we ain't even got no time to aim

If you snitch, your ass can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang

I never fuck with nan one of y'all

Don't put that on my name

You ain't leech, you did a little fraud and went and bought a chain

I'ma stick out like a sore thumb

Ain't none of us the same

I came up inside a dog house

My mom gave me the game

I bossed everyone up around me, how the fuck I'm gon' complain?

Know my opps never gon' catch me, I'm riding bulletproof Range

I'm a real big dog on Sparks Street, my apartments go crazy

It's just something 'bout that chopstick when that frying pan get shady

I was just dead broke, seem like yesterday and I'm thanking God that I made it

Fuck all these fake pages and these clout chasers, don't none of y'all know Baby

I'm being calm now, when that time come, I swear I'm playing straight crazy

I'm at the top spot, they gotta pay me

Y'all lil' **** move out my way

**** bitches, act like they be getting switches

**** lying

Hit my DM like they killers, **** really ain't outside

All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride

I be cooled up and- fuck that, ay, Zoo, post up outside

Who told these **** that they gang and they can hang? That shit be strange

I be there then I'll pull off, my entourage'll take your brain

We put switches on them glizzies, we ain't even got no time to aim

If you snitch, your ass can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang