Whoa, Whoa
Whoa, Whoa
Whoa, Whoa
Whoa, she do too much lying
Too much lying, too much lying, yeah
She do too much, lying, yah
Gang, Gang, Gang
Uh-huh
I get high I'm flying in this bitch, I can't even lie
I said, I get high I'm flying in this bitch, I can't even lie
K like, pull up on time if you tryna catch a vibe, yeah
She want be my main bitch, promoted from my side bae
I don't need a watch, I already got time, I want some diamonds
Hollow tips they headed to him, f*cking up alignments
I didn't go to class, I didn't do no damn assignments
Oppas they be dying, twelve don't know that we behind them
I just put the zaza in the grinder, then I grind it
I could say I like when you around, but I don't like it
I might give this bitch my heart, only if she find it
And if she finds my heart? Shit I wouldn't mind it
We don't even got to f*ck, betty we can grind it
Wait, I roll the paper up and then I light it
My momma hate me, I'm a dope fiend, I don't hide it
Ay, pull up to the spot you not invited
Pulled up to spot she not even right here
She do too much lying
Too much lying, too much lying
Too much, too much lying
Too much lying, too much lying
Too much, too much lying
Mlah
Ay
She do too much lying
Opps pull up they dying
I'm sorry, I'm kinda shy
I got to work on my pride
I got to work on my craft
My money got to be giant
I can't wait to drop this
Finally touch the sky
I can't wait to drop this
I can't wait to drop him
He can't rap like this, uh-huh
That boy rap like Hopsin
He can't play no defense
He just let his block spin
They try leak my shit again
I might have to box them
Is she talking to me?
No she not, it's been weeks
We fell off like debris, k like yea
I don't cry, I don't weep
I just smoke my lil' weed
Go to bed, go to sleep, k like yea
But I cried recently
So I lied, I'm sorry
Let's get fried, let's get geeked, okay like yea
I don't got time worried bout a tweet
You wanna talk? come see me
You know where I'm at, Miami, okay like yea
K like yea
I can't wait to drop this, k like yea
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Meow
Mlah
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Whoa, Whoa
Whoa, Whoa
Whoa, Whoa
Whoa, she do too much lying
Too much lying, too much lying, yeah
She do too much, lying, yah
Gang, Gang, Gang
Uh-huh
I get high I'm flying in this bitch, I can't even lie
I said, I get high I'm flying in this bitch, I can't even lie
K like, pull up on time if you tryna catch a vibe, yeah
She want be my main bitch, promoted from my side bae
I don't need a watch, I already got time, I want some diamonds
Hollow tips they headed to him, f*cking up alignments
I didn't go to class, I didn't do no damn assignments
Oppas they be dying, twelve don't know that we behind them
I just put the zaza in the grinder, then I grind it
I could say I like when you around, but I don't like it
I might give this bitch my heart, only if she find it
And if she finds my heart? Shit I wouldn't mind it
We don't even got to f*ck, betty we can grind it
Wait, I roll the paper up and then I light it
My momma hate me, I'm a dope fiend, I don't hide it
Ay, pull up to the spot you not invited
Pulled up to spot she not even right here
She do too much lying
Too much lying, too much lying
Too much, too much lying
Too much lying, too much lying
Too much, too much lying
Mlah
Ay
She do too much lying
Opps pull up they dying
I'm sorry, I'm kinda shy
I got to work on my pride
I got to work on my craft
My money got to be giant
I can't wait to drop this
Finally touch the sky
I can't wait to drop this
I can't wait to drop him
He can't rap like this, uh-huh
That boy rap like Hopsin
He can't play no defense
He just let his block spin
They try leak my shit again
I might have to box them
Is she talking to me?
No she not, it's been weeks
We fell off like debris, k like yea
I don't cry, I don't weep
I just smoke my lil' weed
Go to bed, go to sleep, k like yea
But I cried recently
So I lied, I'm sorry
Let's get fried, let's get geeked, okay like yea
I don't got time worried bout a tweet
You wanna talk? come see me
You know where I'm at, Miami, okay like yea
K like yea
I can't wait to drop this, k like yea
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Meow
Mlah
Bands
Whoa, Whoa
Whoa, Whoa
Whoa, she do too much lying
Too much lying, too much lying, yeah
She do too much, lying, yah
Gang, Gang, Gang
Uh-huh
I get high I'm flying in this bitch, I can't even lie
I said, I get high I'm flying in this bitch, I can't even lie
K like, pull up on time if you tryna catch a vibe, yeah
She want be my main bitch, promoted from my side bae
I don't need a watch, I already got time, I want some diamonds
Hollow tips they headed to him, f*cking up alignments
I didn't go to class, I didn't do no damn assignments
Oppas they be dying, twelve don't know that we behind them
I just put the zaza in the grinder, then I grind it
I could say I like when you around, but I don't like it
I might give this bitch my heart, only if she find it
And if she finds my heart? Shit I wouldn't mind it
We don't even got to f*ck, betty we can grind it
Wait, I roll the paper up and then I light it
My momma hate me, I'm a dope fiend, I don't hide it
Ay, pull up to the spot you not invited
Pulled up to spot she not even right here
She do too much lying
Too much lying, too much lying
Too much, too much lying
Too much lying, too much lying
Too much, too much lying
Mlah
Ay
She do too much lying
Opps pull up they dying
I'm sorry, I'm kinda shy
I got to work on my pride
I got to work on my craft
My money got to be giant
I can't wait to drop this
Finally touch the sky
I can't wait to drop this
I can't wait to drop him
He can't rap like this, uh-huh
That boy rap like Hopsin
He can't play no defense
He just let his block spin
They try leak my shit again
I might have to box them
Is she talking to me?
No she not, it's been weeks
We fell off like debris, k like yea
I don't cry, I don't weep
I just smoke my lil' weed
Go to bed, go to sleep, k like yea
But I cried recently
So I lied, I'm sorry
Let's get fried, let's get geeked, okay like yea
I don't got time worried bout a tweet
You wanna talk? come see me
You know where I'm at, Miami, okay like yea
K like yea
I can't wait to drop this, k like yea
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Meow
Mlah
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Writer: Gwen Campbell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid