Unreleased archive entry

No Lying (Codeine Cowboys)

Juice WRLD

No Lying (Codeine Cowboys) lyrics

Intro (HitBoy) (G Ry got me) Ohh   Verse We in the abyss   In the back Im gon’ hit it   Every day Im seein the fish I’m focused on the dish   The bread Im gon go get it   Cant really fuck with her friend Matter of fact Ima fuck her friend Bad bitch she come with a twin LeBron when Im on that rim Ima pull up on that ho in his hat talk shit Get smacked Ima hit him with the brim Stomp ’em out Stomp ’em out in the Burberry Timbs I give a fuck about her or him My pockets stay nonslim Talk shit Ima beat your ass in the back of the club let’s go   Talkin shit get popped no trunk All you niggas aint shit but some punks Choppa hungry it eat up for lunch Give a fuck about a bitch or a ho Told that bitch she could suck on the nut All I know is get rich and get money Dare a nigga come take this shit from me Run up on me Im gunning the dummy Wrap up when I fuck just like a mummy Rockin’ Gucci this shit is Givenchy I remember I wore Abercrombie I remember I feel like Drake cause I started right from that bottom Keep a Magnum on me thats a gun I aint really talkin bout a condom Give the bitch a snake Anaconda Im a kill her straight Jeffrey Dahmer I put dick in her and her mama Long neck from her like an ostrich Too fly feeling like a pilot Librarian gun got a silence Nigga Im with the violence Im killing a nigga I aint trying Im David and Im Goliath Cause Im a lil nigga and a giant 2012 in the Glock Mayans Ima kill a nigga no trying Im a real nigga tell the truth nigga Tell the truth nigga no lying In the cut totin on the 40 Talk shit bitch Im off the molly Ima put the dick in the shorty Ima bring a gun to the party Ima use your bitch as a potty Haha Ima hit your bitch in the car Ima use your bitch as a potty