Lyrics Lil Zay Osama – Why They Be Lyin

Lil Zay:
Niggas run they mouth like bitches why they be lying
If you the only one with a pistol why we ain’t dying
You ain’t the only one in the trenches slinging that iron

Niggas slid we slid, they got hit we got hit
But y’all acting like these bitches, tell a hoe what you did
Boy I know you a pig, why you expose what i did
Boy I know yo ass told that we had poles in the crib
We was posted on the front line, stick stuffed in the Glock 9
Waiting on the opps to come slide, I ain’t gone hesitate to pop mine
Yo homie died before I came to the side
That’s yo homie bitch that ain’t mine, now go T’up for yo guys
Bitch won’t play with us again, we been with it you just pretend
Nigga play we smoke his homie, we popped his homie we spin again
Y’all niggas just pretend, I never lied behind this pen
Only family I don’t do friends, I don’t fuck with you, you ain’t kin
Gotta watch behind my back
I got 4 niggas they roll with me, won’t fold nigga that’s facts
Niggas told on me I’m back
I’m a go-getter that’s facts
If I roll with ’em they roll with me, won’t nothing come between that

Niggas run they mouth like bitches why they be lying
If you the only one with a pistol why we ain’t dying
You ain’t the only one in the trenches slinging that iron
My niggas stand on business for killas at anytime

YFN Lucci:
Look, we slid they slid, they hit we hit
We wouldn’t give a fuck ’bout what they did they shot in they head
Better grab yo kid, we poppin yo lid
Celebrate for big go and spin again
Yo man throw rocks and they hide a lot
My man tote Glocks and we tearing up blocks
We ain’t sparing people, we talk like it’s legal
You know I love smoking Runtz I’d hate to smoke yo people
Probably in there blow high juice
We on a falcon I got a Birdseye view
Don’t make me cremate you boy you know what we do
We making paper and I can’t wait to blow it on you

Lil Zay:
Niggas run they mouth like bitches why they be lying
If you the only one with a pistol why we ain’t dying
You ain’t the only one in the trenches slinging that iron
My niggas stand on business for killas at anytime
I ain’t saying you ain’t built like that, but we built like that
Any nigga slide clap him, boy we gone blick right back
Sneak dissing me in all yo songs boy that’s big rap cap
Tweak with them killas won’t be condoned you get killed like that