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French Montana
French Montana
Vocals
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Kahan Kapri
Bill Kahan Kapri
Lyrics
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Lyrics
London Holmes
London Holmes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, ayy, Kodak
You know what it is
When you hear that, ha
Yeah (I'm in London, got my beat from London)
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, so much bitches, I need a new BM
A.m. to the p.m., yeah, all my **** 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 bezzel
Through my mama on the golf course, caught a fish in the crib
Free the **** to thе ceilin', I'm in too deep, like navy seal
With my codeinе, I pop a seal, like on the real, I'm in the field
On the real, I'm tryna kill, like on the real, I stacked a mill'
I can't even lie, I'm so fly, that's why they call me Bill
My **** 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
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, so much bitches, I need a new BM
A.m. to the p.m., yeah, all my **** 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 bezzel
Copped my auntie a crib, I copped a new Bugatti
Man, these hoes ain't safe, I'm on my Irv Gotti (whoo)
I can't lie, I've been ridin' with that fire (bah-bah-bah)
I've been gettin' fried since the seven-five, when Max lost the trial (wavy)
If she did you dirty once, she gon' do it twice (twice)
My dawg popped a fake Perc', man, he lost his life
I can't lie, turned my mother crib a Colosseum (Colosseum)
Still do it for Chinx, 'til the day that I'ma see him
Told my bitch "You the one", got these hoes on my auction
Rather be talked about than me doin' all the talkin'
Same **** shot me up, they never found the body
I can't lie, I'm so fly, that's why they call me Holly
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, so much bitches, I need a new BM
A.m. to the p.m., yeah, all my **** 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 bezzel
I'm in London, got my beat from London
Written by: French Montana, Kodak Black
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