Crash Rarri & Rawbone - Stop Lyin (feat. Midwest Milly)

Everybody can't be yo loc everybody can't be yo slime
Everybody can't have yo bacc, everybody can't have yo spine
I gotta get a rollie platinum just to tell the time
Everybody can't be yo loc, everybody can't be yo slime
Everybody aint gone have yo bacc, everybody aint gone have yo spine
I need a audemar piguet so I can tell the time
I lose it all and get it bacc I got a hotline
And I aint claiming none of these hoes baby she not mine
I told lil shorty checc the shipping thru the dot com
And if you ever get caught with it then its not mine
You heard them niggas run the city baby stop lying (liar)
I put my wrist inside the dope, I put my fist inside the dope
I put that dicc inside her throat, I can't believe that bitch aint choked
I sold that nigga baking soda hit em with the okey doke
Im Mr. Whip it with the water like to see it when it float
I told my junkies meet me up the road I hid it in my coat
I know the scammers, know the frauders, know the robbers, know the pope
Milly pour a 4-4 now I'm moving slow mo, dog in Todo
Percocets for low low, and I still tax all of them niggas that I don't know
And I still cracc all of them bitches just on GPoe
And I still might jacc son, put that shit on Tito
We don't rocc no PacSun thats only for cheap hoes
Everybody can't be yo loc, everybody can't be yo slime
Everybody aint gone have yo bacc, everybody aint gone have yo spine
I need a audemar piguet so I can tell the time
I lose it all and get it bacc I got a hotline
And I aint claiming none of these hoes baby she not mine
I told lil shorty checc the shipping thru the dot com
And if you ever get caught with it then its not mine
You heard them niggas run the city baby stop lying (liar)
You can't find no nigga like me cause this shit hard to find
Smoking weed at bus stops, sitting under street signs
Why you think they call me the Mud Baby? I got it out the dirt
Double cup, sipping syrup, my trap roll 1st to 1st
Nigga hate, got that ice, thats them methamphetamine
Clean bricc a fish, you think it came from the Medellin
Might buy my bitch a Louie purse, Milly put the cash first
Milly take some bad work, show you how that lab work
Late night conversation with the demons
Some of my niggas hustling, some of them niggas schemin
Momma want a nigga to stop drinking I'm still leaning
Milly take that dirty money and send it to the cleaners
Everybody can't be yo loc, everybody can't be yo slime
Everybody aint gone have yo bacc, everybody aint gone have yo spine
I need a audemar piguet so I can tell the time
I lose it all and get it bacc I got a hotline
And I aint claiming none of these hoes baby she not mine
I told lil shorty checc the shipping thru the dot com
And if you ever get caught with it then its not mine
You heard them niggas run the city baby stop lying (liar)

Written by:
Derick McCallum, Jameal Dawson

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