Cam Fetti - If I'm Lying, I'm Flying (feat. KVII)

These bitches, they lying (Lie, lie)
Why you wan' lie (Lie, lie)
If I'm lying, I'm flying
Boy, you gon' die
I'm putting that nine
Right on yo' spine
On yo' neck like a tie
Boy, you gon' die
What, you wan' do something, nigga (What you gon' do)
You don't wan' do nothing, nigga (You don't wan' do nothing)
Boy, you a bitch
I'm fucking yo' bitch
I'm finna hit (Smash)
I'm fucking the clit (I really am)
We in the mosh pit (I really am)
We in the ditch (I really am)

You in a ditch, play with me, you get a stitch
Boy, you a bitch (You know it)
You ain't really tryna mix (At all)
Handy Manny, yeah, I'm keeping the tools, you get a fix
Wah, wah, wah, wah
Nigga crying like a baby
Nigga talking way too lazy
'Cause I'm off of the drink (I'm gone)
Off of the drink, nigga, I'm blowing on stank (Blow, blow)
Blowing that dank, smoking propane out the tank
Fuck do you think, yeah
What do you think, yeah

What do you mean, bitch I am high off a bean
I'm high off the lean, sipping that shit got me geeked (Uh-huh)
Your bitch fucked the team because we getting motherfuckin' money
Making shit jump like a bungee
Laughing at shit, it's not funny
Laughing at shit get you smacked
I promise I'm packing my strap (I promise)
I promise I pack me a gat and spell my name backwards, i bet that it's M.A.K (I promise)
That means I carry a Mac (I swear)
I bet that we count all the loot (I bet)
I bet that we get to the cheese (I bet)
Yo' bitch say we got all the juice (I bet)
And, I bet that that bitch, she gon' choose
But, she still gon' fuck on the team
I got a glock with a beam
I bet it's gon' knock off your spleen
I bet we count motherfuckin' commas
I ride in all black like Obama
Wah, wah, wah, wah
Now, a nigga need his momma

Pussy nigga need his momma (You know it)
Sipping wock out the bottle (You know it)
Nigga, I'm going full throttle
Nigga a baby like Sada
Nigga, I'm getting that cream, now
Everything not what it seem, now
I'm going dumb, Charlie Sheen, now
Purple drink with the lean, now

I'm going hard, grab the rebound
I'm balling out like Kareem, now
Tell her open her eyes, she can see now
I bet that I buy her Céline now
We pull up with chopper extensions
I came a long way from getting hit with them switches
I don't fuck with ratting, I'm not with the snitching
My niggas, we with it and we 'bout the business (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We 'bout the business
I put a bag on yo' head now
Pussy nigga, you'd be dead now
I ain't hearing what you saying now
Money long like a dread now
I ain't got time for the talking
Pussy nigga, get to walking
She on my page and she stalking (Stalk, stalk)

Written by:
Camaran Parker, Kameron Gullage

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